The North is to South what the clock is to time,
There's east and there's west and there's everywhere life,
I know I was born and I know that I'll die,
But the in-between is mine
Monday, January 13, 2014
I feel like writing a blog, but am not sure what to write about. So ironically, I write about not writing. With the Mumbai Marathon looming just around the corner and me facing the risk of a DNF*, my mind is gone blank. Or is filled with too many things.