Harini is already done for the day and is trying to get into her sleep mode, while i am staring at my computer, thinking about what i should write in this daily note.
why am I getting into this confusion everyday, about what to write, while I can think of a million things to write, when iam driving on my way to work! Its wierd. There are so many things that i could possibly do, I havent written a mail to my friends and cousins in a long time and why dont i do it NOW? I dont know!
Didnt I want to write about the books I am reading lately? well, then i need to metion here that I belong to that platinum club of book readers, who buy books, sincerely every month, only to leave it in the shelf after 10 pages ( may be 20 for you and 30 for someone ). It hurts when I look at my shelf everyday, I can sense each book, throwing me a dumb sigh on me, asking me, why did I buy them, when somebody else would have cared to open those unopened pages to free those unread words into this world. The sad part is I pick out some books, once in a while and read some random pages in the middle of the book and console myself for a great day of ‘READING’. How I wish that I could open a book and have that feeling and satisfaction that I have enjoyed and read that book from cover to cover. strange mind indeed, is mine.
