What is this? Missed 3 days of writing, fabulous.
It’s funny: results of a practical experience – you don’t really read/see clearly after you sleep for 7-8 hours over 4/5 days. Nor can you remember things carefully.
But it’s all worth it. And that’s today’s story.
I woke up this afternoon feeling dazed and confused. It was 3.25 and I wasn’t sure whether it was the night or whether it was the morning. My roommate was back from a trip to Rajasthan (you know what happened there) and well, I couldn’t see straight.
I decided to sit up, and when I did, a feeling of contentment flowed through my veins.
It’s a different kind of feeling being done with a part of something you’ve emotionally invested yourself in. Something you’ve wanted for a long, long time. And that’s true irrespective of the result, or any frustrations you’ve encountered on your way getting there.
It’s rather lovely.
I’d like to believe all of this was because of the submission I had yesterday.
But I have a very, very strong hunch it’s because I slept for 8 hours for the first time in months.
I also was the recipient of warm water, and, I went out for dinner with my friends – those I hadn’t spoken to for ages.
It’s been a good day.
I’m also slowly beginning to feel like Ted Mosby on HIMYM. New stories every episode, without any concrete ending.