No day ends, honestly, without a small feeling of guilt for not touching the laptop, that was bought for my use, exclusively, Every other day fleets fast; my resolution remains, just a resolution.. Finally the great day has turned after nearly fifteen months to erase the sense of guilt, pursue my passion of writing and also to do some justice to the amount paid to buy the laptop, some four years back.
Also, often, the sonnet of Milton flashes in my mind, where he feels guilty and is afraid of God for postponing his skill of writing. Nowhere do I stand close to the great poet and his genius except harboring the guilt.
Let me close the post, with a vow to touch my Shakthi, the Saraswathi once in a fortnight if not in a week,
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