Each morning I greet the hidden birds with a shaky smile, knowing that I'll head to the computer, surf the net aimlessly for a few hours, decide to pour over the papers but lose focus soon enough, possibly succumb to an afternoon nap (and a sleepless night) or just sit there and not think. Stone. What apt description of this holiday, well at least when I am left to rot at home.

And then when opportunity knocks on my front door, becking for me to leave the house and enjoy the artificial sunshine, I lose all control on my anatomy, energy seeping away like hope in Afghanistan does. The thought of dollar bills fluttering away from my wallet weighs my morale down even further.

Bless the irony in hypocrisy when one faces the dilemma which he chooses not to solve.

Sighz, I too do not want school to return.

But life has to improve.. IT MUST!