Richer? Dwindling zeroes and scary decimal points on the bank passbook.
Lover? Born again!
Music? A Sleepy Day With You-Guitar& Flute.
Dreams? In rapid expansion phase.
Life? Goes on.
Goal? Plural, always plural.
Procrastination? Rotting my innards.
Books? Arundhatish narrative, Pamuk-esque length, Vargas-y oomph, Parker-istic observations, Jerome-y humour, Verne-esque imagination…and size matters.
Writing? Gathering discipline.
Prayer? Tolerance. In me. In the world.
Wish? Unrestrained laughter.
Spring Clean? Acquaintances.
Religion? Sparse, meaningful.
Buys? Red lip colour.