Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

What should you do once you catch something? Devour it, or just let it go.

A writer is not a character, a character can't be the writer. My way is to bring the characters in, collect, observe and hold them. Some wear hats, some false hair, some flaunt their thinning heads. Being a character is difficult. There are expectations to live up to. Being a writer is easier. Just empty yourself every night, and fill yourself up with the world, like an ashtray at the party, hunted and poured into by many, lovingly washed only by the host.

Hello, I'm back, and well and good. And you sirs and ladies? Okay, actually, not that good, but I wanted to keep that for later. In fact, I wanted to write this entry next week with a snap as well, but a friend of mine kept pestering me to write. So AT, I hope now you at least comment on my blog since I'm crouching and curling like a snake on Morphine to write this, making sure my dad's laptop doesn't hurt my stitches. This is the story of my operation: Here goes, I got admitted on the 15th, i.e. Tuesday at 9 am. This gave me a reality check to prepare myself for days without food and water that were to come ahead. Dad filled in the papers and they checked me into my room. Man, did I get a shock or what! Now, I've never been admitted before, but as far as I remembered, hospitals were scary places with strong smells of iodine. This was swanky, with personal TV and all. I had to share my room with a noisy ladywho kept Alpha Marathi, Zee Marathi and ETv Marathi on at f

Sometimes, when you're down, the only way you can move up is by going terribly down. Someone once rightly said that the worst brings out the best in us. I've been cribbing and whining for the last one month because nothing was going my way. Now, I have to undergo an operation next week. My first ever. I'm scared, but instead of panicking, I'm trying to be stronger and putting my life together. I started off by not showing I'm scared. And over time, it has helped in making me believe that it's a piece of cake. Truly, we do become what we believe. Then I pampered mayself by getting a makeover. The new me is kickass. Knives, pins, needles...bring it on honey! Also, I'll be drugged out in bed for 10 days. That should be fun! I'm also secretly believing my life is going to change drastically after the operation. The thought by itself is making me look forward to everything that's an experience. First time for this too. Love all first time anythings. Wish