Been to Bhandardara over last weekend. Relaxed. But there were more questions than answers to be found. I guess that has something to do with the nature of me rather than the nature of the thing. Why we do as we do? Why are some things so goddamn important that, inspite of knowing the futility of them, we still vie for them?
I dreamt a bad dream today early morning. The thing I dread most. My weakness laid bare in front of my minds' eye. It was so real that I woke up with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and my heart wrenched. I wish to get above and over this. For, for the things not in our hands, fret we should not. So help me Gawd.
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