Sleep eluded me last night...toss turn..toss turn. Times or rather nights like these are made to review your life..mostly trials though...and there's no way you fall into loneliness.
So I too post mortemed my life...the to be and not to be ....and yes on nights like these I think of Him...I think of him all the time...
My books have always rescued me from boredom...loneliness...they have nursed me , healed me and yes they taught me the glad games...I read long ago in Pollyana's...I thought of our silly banters, impossible dreams , fervent prayers ....and lo I was glad again...glad enough to curl upto my pillow and drift into that empty space of sleep....m
So I too post mortemed my life...the to be and not to be ....and yes on nights like these I think of Him...I think of him all the time...
My books have always rescued me from boredom...loneliness...they have nursed me , healed me and yes they taught me the glad games...I read long ago in Pollyana's...I thought of our silly banters, impossible dreams , fervent prayers ....and lo I was glad again...glad enough to curl upto my pillow and drift into that empty space of sleep....m
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