After ten long joyous days of Onam vacation, I woke up this morning with a little hesitation. I was already behind time but decided to take things slow as everything seems quite new after ten days. I realized, literally how time flies. It is already September and I still couldn't get along with online classes. When I say this, I'm not being an atavistic person. I haven't touched my pen/ pencil since last month, still, now I'm writing straight onto my final draft. Quite dichotomous. The promptness to move around was evoked only after I comprehended the fact that, if I do foot-dragging anymore, I might have to face the consequences. Usually, everyone's vigilant during the early hours just by splashing ice-cold water, but not in my case. My energy level rises with the Vitamin D outside. The considerably mundane and humdrum routine of logging in and listening to online classes and sitting clueless about what the teacher taught ten days aback and trying to ponder, only...
This is a She. She thinks. She writes too. She thinks she writes.