Friday, February 17, 2006
Walking home from the bus stop tonight, it felt oddly different. The stars sparkled like diamonds placed carefully in the sky, the air had the lovely 'dewy' feeling, the kind that permeates all round after a rainy day, and the chilly winter cold became an afterthought.
Perhaps if I wasn't carrying a 2-ton bag, a walk around the neighbourhood might have ensued but a loooong day does take its toll. Some other night, I promised myself.
One battle has ended but this war is long. I had fought my Stalingrad only to buy a moment of piece. Tomorrow, it starts all over.
Much work, little rest -- life of a believer.
Perhaps if I wasn't carrying a 2-ton bag, a walk around the neighbourhood might have ensued but a loooong day does take its toll. Some other night, I promised myself.
One battle has ended but this war is long. I had fought my Stalingrad only to buy a moment of piece. Tomorrow, it starts all over.
Much work, little rest -- life of a believer.
Faraz Ahmed 10:38 p.m.