Writing on a daily basis is quite the challenge.
On a regular day, I’d have excitedly chirped about the exhaustive discussion that we had today about various socio-political scenarios that seem to be unfurling around us; or about the good ol’ throwback songs that were being played in the garage that instantly took me back to impromptu jam sessions at home; or about the slightly chaotic organisation of our files that can make it quite difficult for a new person to even begin to figure out where what goes; but I can’t seem to.
It would be unfair of me to turn this into a personal blog or even to post something I’m discontented with (as I did yesterday). So here I am, signing off hoping that tomorrow comes with a fresh perspective, either mine or someone else’, and a string of words perfect for framing the predictably unpredictable every day.
Namitha.
On a regular day, I’d have excitedly chirped about the exhaustive discussion that we had today about various socio-political scenarios that seem to be unfurling around us; or about the good ol’ throwback songs that were being played in the garage that instantly took me back to impromptu jam sessions at home; or about the slightly chaotic organisation of our files that can make it quite difficult for a new person to even begin to figure out where what goes; but I can’t seem to.
It would be unfair of me to turn this into a personal blog or even to post something I’m discontented with (as I did yesterday). So here I am, signing off hoping that tomorrow comes with a fresh perspective, either mine or someone else’, and a string of words perfect for framing the predictably unpredictable every day.
Namitha.
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