EMPTY MINDS II-STORIES

The only people who really believe all my stories are my nieces (5 and 2 years of age). As of now I am their hero. They listen to my stories with big bright eyes, taking every word in. I don’t really know what they think of me, but am sure they think am close to their age.

Soon they will find other heros. Someone with better stories. Then they’ll look back and think what was so great about her stories? Why did we like them?

I need to collect better stories now. Write them down so that I don’t forget them. A person can be judged by the stories she/he can tell. How many new ones does she/he have. I realised recently that I have quite a few stories to tell. But now am getting repetitive like a lot of really old people I know. Time to find new stories before I grow stale and boring.

REVIVED FROM THE TRASH CAN

I was going through the list of my unpublished posts and found this really short one. Guess I wrote it when I was fed up with my previous job. Here it goes:

To quit or not to quit is the question. I know Shakespeare just turned 360 degrees in his grave. But then its time we contemporise him a little, or rather remix him.

Coming back to the question.

Why is it so difficult to just leave it?

To stop and then start again.

To act like we are playing a game.

Pause and then choose to restart.

A new day, a new