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Action: 1
Procrastination: 0

Moral: Just do it.

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Blog: 1
Sleep: 0

Moral: If espresso has been had at an odd hour of the night leading to lack of sleep, out it to some good use- like, catching up on blogging.

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Yet another series of very short posts to sum up some of the situations that occur.

For eg, at this moment:

Espresso at 11 pm: 1
Sleep: 0

Moral: Do not drink espresso at 11 pm if sleep is what's next on the agenda.

Observations of the Why Why girl

Why is it that you will be one of the very lucky few who will find that one soul sister aka best friend aka besty aka go to person at all times....

and
she will live at the other end of the world from you, separated by some various oceans whose names you don't even remember, by a 27 hr long flight, by completely different time zones by which I mean, her night, your day kind of different time zones.

And if you're lucky you will see her for a what will seem like very short 15- 20 days every three years.

And you will constantly wait for her sun to rise while yours sets to be able to pour your heart out to her because she is your go to person. Living at the other end of the world?

Why?

Observations of the Why Why girl.

Why is it that you will have a month of absolute peace and stability , bordering even on the edge of boredom and you will begin to question the presence of excitement in your life.

And then within a week, A pipe will break in the washroom, flood the house, leading to inconvenient repairs in the house, you will suddenly be given a whole lot of work with the deadline being yesterday, your child will fall sick and be difficult, you will PMS and how, dandruff will surface, along with her friend, the pimple, bloating will happen and clothes will not fit. All at once.

I have a dark sinister secret

Caught your attention, didn't it? It did. That's what secrets do. They have an allure. A pull.

First the word. Secret. I like. It's one of those words that I think was well thought of. By whomsoever it was that thought of the words. Unlike table. For some reason, I think (and it is my own personal opinion) that a table could have been called something else. More thought and more editing might have gone into that.

But secret- that came out just right. The word to the meaning- it fit.

Secret has it's own distinct sound. In my mind, its a whisper.

Secret has a life span. And it varies. Short, long and eternal.

Secret definitely has a life. And a very exciting one at that.

Personality? Now we're talking. Dark, alluring, mystical, devious, happy, joyful.

And power. To make. To break. To resolve. To hurt. To elate. To banish. To reveal. To hide.

It can definitely be seductive. Or ugly. Dangerous. Sinister. Or beautiful.

Everyone has one. Or more. But, one, at the minimum.

And the coolest thing about a secret. It finds its space. A nook. A corner. A brain cell. A thought. In your system. Heart or mind. And stays there. Safe. As it should.

And it demands to be well kept. Because it knows that if it isn't, then it will cease to exist. It will no longer be that. A secret.

Observations of the Why Why girl.

Why is it that when a mother changes the millionth (or at least what it feels like) diaper, she's only just being a mom?

But let the dad get his hands on one and the whole room gushes what an absolutely amazing dad he is?

Why?