some kind of unsettled feeling which when one cannot pin down on anything, leaves it out to dry itself.
april is strangely cool for the part of country i live in. Lahore is at this Ike, usually hot and air conditioners are blaring. For the things that the pandemic has done, one of them is put people at home, and the temperatures have varied because of the less polluted air.
i expect this to end with the pandemic, and we will go back to being stupid.
it upsets me deep inside.
and lie a lot of things this is one I cannot do anything about.
realising I can’t do anything about anything actually.
it’s an incapacitated feeling and surrender too. But less of the latter which is what I would like.
until that doesn’t happen, I play with afternoon light and sunsets.
have loved reading this week.
random reads.
am working on transliteration of faiz sahab.
have been doing it for a lifetime.
will I ever eventually publish any of my work?
until then I have the greatest support in @ric where I feel at home.. and welcome.
playing with light
