where my thoughts escaping,
where my music’s playing,
where my love lies waiting, silently for me…
Where
- I can put my feet up on the table and sink into the sofa with the remote in my hand
- I don’t have to worry about who’s going to buy vegetables next
- tea appears, unasked,at the exact moment when I want it
- I can wear old rags that would not even make the cut as dishwashers…
- I can take a book and be lost in it endlessly,without giving it a single thought
- I am queen!
- My favorite snack is always available at any time of day or night
- All my precious photos are
- I keep my 8th class slam book
- I can browse through the book collection and have a flashback of the book’s contents even before I have opened it
- I can go through the “Best of…” issues of mags as back as 1993
- everyone calls me Hita
- I want to be whenever I am ill
- My computer is
- I know where EVERYTHING is
- My family is
- I am most comfortable
- I don’t give a second thought to what I am saying (I am not saying that is necessarily a good thing)
- I argue the most
- The only place where I could have written this piece
- I am never lost
- I have every possible resource available to me
- I am safest
- Most loved
- I wish I could stay forever but know I never can
- All the pajama parties are held
- 2 AM philosophical discussions happen
- I sing at the top of my voice
- I am not embarrassed to sing out of tune
- Where a guitar picks up the song in my head even before I start singing
- I join in an impromptu duet after ten seconds into the first chord
- Anything I cook is complimented and appreciated
- I am myself, always…
* I wrote this on my long 3 month vacation before leaving for Stanford
1 comment:
Are you sure when you hear 'Hita', they are not saying 'Hit her'... (with a Yorkshire accent of course)
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On a more serious note, some real thinking seems to have gone into that post! Keep up the good work.
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