Phases

Suddenly there is some hectic work to be done, due to which I can't breathe easy for even an hour, and then suddenly there is a lull in deadlines and other things, and I do nothing but relax.

This kind of reminds me of the play Waiting for Godot, in which there were suddenly periods of sudden activity, and then moments of random existentialist thoughts.

Disappointment

Damn! I wish it had happened. Maybe it still can... or as we Indians say, Jo hua ache ke liye hua.

Uses

What's the point in having a collection of books if you can't read?

Is waiting for something really worth it? Something you really really want?