When there’s so much to write. The words struggle to find space. They are restless. Ready to pour out. But there is no time to sit down and let them out.

But I have this moment. This little space between the milk that is warming up and the dosa that’s on the gas, and the boiled eggs that are waiting to be peeled, and the apple that needs to be sliced. The email that needs to be replied to and the chat ping that has been waiting.

There is a mesh of words in my head. Another mesh of strings tugging my heart and finally a mesh of thoughts somewhere in the conscience. I navigate the mesh everyday. It’s a chaotic symphony. It works. But it also needs some rest.

So yay for the weekend. Time to untangle the mesh 🙂 But which one?