I have been scurrying along things since long time.. it's high time and everything should be manged and streamlined properly... my books have been neglected.. my notes.. are all scattered.. last then last night i had the most dreadful dream of my life.. i saw my register-the long and thick one that has notes of Gulliver's Travels, Heart of Darkness and T. S. Eliot in it completely drenched in water.. i was so horrified.. i woke up shivering from my dream.. and literally cried for so long..
my eyes swelled
just an idea of the register getting ruined.. made me go weak..
i felt i'll get heart-attack..
i cannot imagine to part with my books.. my notes.. how precious they are for me..there are people who keeps guard over their beautiful dreams.. so that nobody can ever harm them.. on contrary i have harmed my self.. i shattered my vision.. into pieces.. and now it's too late to join those broken pieces.. want to start afresh.. may be.. what has ;lost can be retrieved back.. nothing is impossible.. and somehow.. one has to fight back the impositions.. whether by self or others..