Smiling all the way
On my exam day I am unusually excited. Prompting people to think that I've gone mad. I haven't. Or maybe a little . Over the weekend, in the Sunday newspaper, a writer says that you don't look for inspiration to write. You have to work like a carpenter. Carpenter. Wood. Me something like woody wood pecker. I get inspired, but dont work like a carpenter. Saw I have lost. Its Monday morning. Ami sends Junaid (my younger brother) to get some eggs. Junaid comes back with halwa puri. I was getting late, but take ample time to devour the fat. Its yummy, I tell myself. And I ll burn it off, I remind myself again. Its going to be a long day in clinic, I ll work hard, I continue to convince. It was ten minutes to nine when I start my ride to the hospital. Its a beautiful morning. Beautifully beautiful. The clouds all grey. I open my blog to write a new post. I have two "followers". That sounds a little odd. Followers. A little elating as well. Perks, perks of li