random urge...

this new urge is taking its toll on me... can't keep myself from digressing... am reading novels one after the other and this bed time reading has generated many a random stories, mostly fiction, imitating some real life situations... I can't post some as they tresspass into reality... pure fiction devoid the lines of reality in between doesn't go well... good stories of fiction also miss on account of short term memory and unavailability of a computer to copy them down... guess should have been used to paper and pencil for my writing... this is what Ka does in Snow by Orhan Pamuk...
tens of posts have remained at the draft stage and am sure would never go online... i don't like to correct what I wrote the first time and hence the hapazard write up the shows up on this blog... well practice might just improve them a tad bit better...

today is sankranti :)... hope the new harvest of love and happiness has filled everyones hearts and the resultant joy showing up in the form a huge grin :D

PS:
Finished: The argumentative indian - Amartya Sen (finally)
The New Life - Orhan Pamuk
Snow - Orhan Pamuk (almost) - before I complete this hope to see some snow, they (weather.com) promised snow yesterday and the weather outside resembles somebody mourning without a drop of tear falling down the cheeks...