I Don’t Feel It
It took me fifteen years to discover that I had no talent for writing, but I couldn’t give it up because by that time I was too famous.
-Robert Benchley
I tried to search within me if there was something new after I turned 21. It was all same. I wasn’t feeling any different. Surely a number can’t differ with my feelings. Numbers don’t define maturity either. They just give more permissions! This time I already had them. Somethings just got legalized.
I had the most sleepy of all my days today. I slept after 3:30 am yesterday and I keeps sleeping from time to time till today evening. I hardly did anything apart from spending some time with a friend who came home. And I am feeling sleepy again now.
A cousin for mine who had started a blog more than a year back but didn’t continue writing has started another one. This time he looks promising with an Internet connection at his home in Mecca. He is 13 but ‘works’ like 16. I remember a friend telling me that these days we find generation gaps for just four years’ differences in age.
