Warm weather is now hot during the day, successfully scaling above 100f. A rather unusually brief drizzle of rain brought some respite, yesterday night but day promises to return with same menace. Few tiny clouds in the sky are hardly enough for optimism. Like clouds words are few. Too few to write or to post in blog. That rain of words which used to drench is a distant memory.
Isolated thoughts go by like loose shunted coaches without any engine or train. Without a decorated train of thought it is impossible to set upon the track of blogging and reach the destination of yet another completed post. So where am I? In an abyss of vacuum or the oasis of empty mind void of thoughts?
Perhaps just another silly thought, as usual.
© Sandeep Bhalla