My Tea Has Gone Cold

My whole life is waiting for the questions to which I have prepared answers.
- Tom Stoppard

Three days this week I went to bed at Fajar. I don't know how time passes by when I am awake at nights but what I do know is that it won't be easy to forget these days I have living through. I woke up at 9:45 am today and slept after an hour again. It was on and off till very late when I left for my grandmother's house. I am not worried about the varied pieces of times in the day I am sleeping. It is sleep I am worried about.

Yesterday afternoon I was waiting for some of my friends to come home. It was a kind of trying not having any around. I was missing a few of them a lot, so sat in front of my computer looking at some pics when I realized that I need to have more of them. I wanted to call them all and speak but couldn't make the right judgement before sending a few messages through phone. Later in the evening I had four of them at my home and we went on to watch three movies in the night - Crazy Chick, Grudge 2 and Hitman. It was morning when I slept hoping and praying. Not to forget the full hour I stood outside my house with a friend around 3 am talking.

A couple of days back I went through some old posts I have written on my other blog. It makes me wonder after reading them how much I used to write, how easy it was to to throw everything on the screen and how difficult it is these days to imagine others reading it. I couldn't believe I could write those views, I couldn't believe I had written them apparently, and of course there were some points I wish were made to sound a little different. Some words appeared naive and the rest was fine. Writing can be so unbelievable.

The book I am reading these days is "Trump: The Art of the Deal". I had been waiting to get hold of this one and when I finally found it I had to wait before I could finish the one I was reading for more than a couple of months then. This book is fast and gripping but I have my exams on so I have to go slow. It's not that I am studying always and I can't take time for the book, it's just that I find so many things around that I feel deserve some attention and the book just waits there. "Atlas Shrugged" with its more than 1000 pages still to be read is a commitment I will make after I finish this one once I am done with my semester.

Since the day I spoke to my father over a cup of tea at a nearby hotel in the night, I have been waiting for him to tell my mother about it. She has opened that topic several times and spoke a great deal on it and asked my opinion too. My only answer was listening to her and keeping numb. I always had a chance to tell her what I think of but I find it more appropriate that it is spoken with a fair bit of seriousness and that it gave a favorable result. I am afraid of hearing a "no" here. I know my parents would be with me but I can't make any guesses about other parents! I might go nuts as well. I will stay on the better side nevertheless.