It was my dream that I had clenched in a fist of discontent and wouldn't release. But time had now pried every finger open. There is peace in an open and upraised hand that isn't grasping for anything.
-Laurel Lee
One day I will say this to myself.
The weekend has been good so far though. But what the hell, it'll be Monday soon. AND there's a cricket match on TV - that's useless because it's a lost cause for India.
You do understand how trivial my discontent is, don't you? :D
On the road again, always.
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