No content to write about today,
Except for the contentment I derive out of sleep.
While this may not sound all that meaningful to anybody reading, typing these 40-odd words means that I’m still typing away furiously at my keyboard for 5 minutes having played with 20-odd openings and decided none of them was nice enough to write about.
I’d blog about bits of my life but I have a strange feeling my parents and some family are reading this. Maybe I’ll get over that fear someday.
If any writers around have managed to pierce that wall, drop a comment. Please help. 😛
Tejas Rao 