It’s one of those days when suicide seems to be the best option…or murder.
And anybody who asks you to “take it easy” or “take a few deep breaths” reserves a place in your serial-killing victims list (an Excel sheet with no colours but grey).
So here’s an exercise for world peace. Am trying to think of all things I want, badly want:
A tree house where I can vanish…and simply disappear
A hammock in my backyard that overlooks the sea
A massage that just goes on and on …and on…and on
A sunny window sill where I can read, day dream and doze off
Is it too much to ask for?
Images - Gracias, Google
Acknowledgements - Gracias, Debanjana. I remember one of your posts on these lines.