I thought I was too tired. Too drained physically and mentally. I though I won't be able to write this post though I had so many things running through my mind.
I don't know how much I would be able to put it on this page but I'm glad at least I made an attempt.
On my way back from the studio this eve, I was worn and torn physically. But seeing certain things made me realize its not that bad at all. I reached out to help a blind boy to an empty seat. I watched a mechanic cleaning tyres in a tiny two wheeler garage. I saw a gol-guppa wala working to earn his daily bread. I just put myself in his position and tried to wonder, if I was that person how would I feel standing outside that MORE supermarket, going about my daily business. Would I be envious of those people driving by, loading their cars with shopping bags. Would I be envious of my customer with his pretty girl friend, fashionable clothes and funky gadgets. Or would I be content living my life, earning through my hard work.I don't know the answer to these. But what I do know is that life is just passing by as I moan. That I should rather be doing what I love than to crib bout what so many of them might not have.
I saw a few pics and post of Sudha Pillai and she just pushed me to come here and write this out. I know, just one topic can get me going. But I seem to run out of time and energy. Got an early start for tomorrow. There's a show tomorrow and I have three sequences to perform. I am excited and scared. Hope it goes well. Its been a long day today. And I think I have moaned enough.
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