Moira - Offred - June

And I thought loneliness was overrated. I wonder if this is how years will pass and nostalgia will grow roots, and like a well-grown peepal tree harbour ghosts from the past and the future.

I want to read C.Ayyappan. I wonder if there's any good translation available.

P.S.
The title is just there to fill the blank. I just finished reading The Handmaid's Tale, by Margaret Atwood, and I am shaken - which is good because even that involves a break from the routine.

'We yearned for the future. How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability?'

Twice a day

One is constantly waiting for this to end, so that something else can happen. If it was any clearer, one wouldn't have logged in.

I hope one can find the point or the silver lining soon enough. A ray of hope, perhaps? Over-used metaphors are, after all, the only constant thing about these incoherent, splattered blog-posts.