There was a time when I aspired to run a marathon in Boston. It was around the time I had just begun to gain confidence in my ability to go the distance in my running. Despite all the splinters and the post-run sores, running gave me such a wonderful release. I would be on an adrenaline high hours after the run. The feeling of running down an open road is unparalleled: the sky above you, a seemingly endless expanse of land before you, the wind on your face… It’s a little piece of freedom we very rarely get to enjoy leading such busy lives. And then there’s crossing the finish-line,…
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Cookies and Cream and Lethargy
I am supposed to be writing to you right now about good things, and good things only. And why not, seeing as it is my birthday today. I was supposed to make my cake yesterday actually; supposed to relish my first baking project for the year… But I make too many suppositions, it seems. I haven’t been myself lately. Anyone who has read my previous post would have an idea of what I’m talking about. The past week has been tremendous, but not at all in a good way. The only thing that keeps me going is knowing that there is always a reason behind everything that happens in the…