She begged him to write her a handwritten letter. In the age where you could speak everyday, where you could run to an Internet Cafe to chat with your beloved who was miles away, she insisted on the most romantic format of communication.
I have been trying to 'figure things out' for a while now. I see the dexterity I once believed to have failing me, and the multiple projects I have been juggling falling out of my hands.
I like variety. I like dabbling in blogging, writing, dancing and working on building a one of its kind dance community. All this, while in the background run my 9-5 job and my home. Is juggling everything together working? At the start of this year, I had chosen my word for 2016 as 'Focus', but the more I try, the more I feel I am falling behind. I have, on more than one occasions thought of quitting.
I looked at the bedside clock. It read 5:00 am, but it was still dark outside. I closed my eyes again and listened closely to the rhythm, my heartbeat and the ice cracking, as it enveloped the empty interiors of my grandmother's wooden house.