habitually sundays are the busiest of the seven days. day of rest indeed!!
despite the inspites, chores and all, i never forget to read a page, well, atleast a page if my greed doesnt go further than that, of any book that i constantly tug along with me wherever i proceed to.
this nice and subtle happiness of reading, this joy not chilled by age, this somehow unpunished vice...would i call it that...hmm....well, this selfish, serene long intoxication that has made me a total surrender to it, of it.....how can i not give in to the greed and selfishness of wanting my time with an entertainment so very cheap and a pleasure so darn lasting?
in the 43 years of having lived this obligated life, the companionship of good books, great variety of music, excellent and thought provoking movies, and the natural and acquired love of wanderlust, how could i not have lived life to the fullest...
one hope though, wish there were more of my kind...sigh!!!
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