Sinking, Not Swimming.

I picked up a book with that title. Sinking, Not Swimming. Interesting cover design. Yes. I do judge a book by its cover.

I never realised how much I had taken for granted. Not that I expect myself to be bursting at the seams with gratitude perpetually. But still. I couldn't stop the inevitable dulled consciousness somewhere when you guys were talking. I felt like when you both were talking about it itself I had started to write this mental note. Addressing it not to you. Or him. Just the type of people you'll seem to represent. While somewhere I did feel this strange inexplainable frustration, after sometime, I was just watching you move your mouth in slow-mo. I do not compute. In that aspect, I have taken my freedom without giving it as much thought as it deserves. I have something else to write about. But. I shall save that for a future blogpost. My procrastination needs to be tamed.