Its going to be another red eyed heavy headed day tomorrow, so might as well enjoy it while it lasts. It is late and somewhat rushed, but having just finished my shoot for the day, I have only just returned after getting wet for a rain sequence for the past two hours ! Sometimes the rain sequences are good. They are generally late in the night and invariably at a time when its cold. But getting wet helps you keep awake and having slogged the entire day and most of the night, I actually would not mind doing it all over again !
Nah !! Just kidding ! Would rather be in bed warm and cozy, with something to read or a good show or game to watch on the tele. Shweta suggests ‘Criminal Minds’ an American serial and I must get hold of it soon. She feels its awesome. Just cannot get your mind of it once it starts.
i roamed around the whole jalandhar no particular reason for this activity, but it simply creeps into us when we are reminiscing or when someone else reminisces for us or around us. i saw my old houses The houses we lived in seem smaller suddenly in comparison. The streets shorter than before. The excitement of being allowed to visit certain places, all seem, so not significant. They were for us then, huge accomplishments. Not any more. Call it maturity, growing up, getting control of our faculties, whatever .. but there it is ….
And I am not sure of the others, but somewhere deep down within us there develops with time, the need to be back to our roots. To travel back in time, to live that simple life again … and we return to our hometown, to leave our workplaces and live ordinary lives, just like before ! Its almost like wanting to get back to the womb where we all hibernated, grew and behold, were introduced into this world called life, to live and survive each day.
Ok time to stop and say a quick good night
How beautifully nature compensates. In the torrid heat of the summer months, a bright yellow blossomed flower to almost repent for the weather condition !! And thats not all. There is the gorgeous bougainvillea. Bunches of them growing wild and in colors predominantly white ! They are so soothing to watch, or be in the company of.
Uhhh huhhhh !! getting carried away again ! Must end now .. see thats the problem always … ending !!
Love to all ..
Parul khanna
Nah !! Just kidding ! Would rather be in bed warm and cozy, with something to read or a good show or game to watch on the tele. Shweta suggests ‘Criminal Minds’ an American serial and I must get hold of it soon. She feels its awesome. Just cannot get your mind of it once it starts.
i roamed around the whole jalandhar no particular reason for this activity, but it simply creeps into us when we are reminiscing or when someone else reminisces for us or around us. i saw my old houses The houses we lived in seem smaller suddenly in comparison. The streets shorter than before. The excitement of being allowed to visit certain places, all seem, so not significant. They were for us then, huge accomplishments. Not any more. Call it maturity, growing up, getting control of our faculties, whatever .. but there it is ….
And I am not sure of the others, but somewhere deep down within us there develops with time, the need to be back to our roots. To travel back in time, to live that simple life again … and we return to our hometown, to leave our workplaces and live ordinary lives, just like before ! Its almost like wanting to get back to the womb where we all hibernated, grew and behold, were introduced into this world called life, to live and survive each day.
Ok time to stop and say a quick good night
How beautifully nature compensates. In the torrid heat of the summer months, a bright yellow blossomed flower to almost repent for the weather condition !! And thats not all. There is the gorgeous bougainvillea. Bunches of them growing wild and in colors predominantly white ! They are so soothing to watch, or be in the company of.
Uhhh huhhhh !! getting carried away again ! Must end now .. see thats the problem always … ending !!
Love to all ..
Parul khanna
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