Why do I feel that a long awaited weekend lies ahead.. when winter hols only just ended. Work has been fine, the regular flops of litigation, and the ups that just breeze by.
Convocation date is fixed. I am yet to book tickets. Will be gone only for the weekend.. A much deserved desired weekend.. Though I am scared of what it holds..
Winds of change are beckoning, in the far distance a gong is going off. But the time is not right. Not right.
Just finished Lady Chatterlys’ Lover. I am out of books to read, any suggestions?
