Random Notes of Bardia

This morning, I made myself a promise. I will write, yes, write everyday. In midst of all kinds of writing that I have to do, I will write for myself. I will write for pleasure. 

The thought came to my mind, when I hurriedly walked from my home, bidding goodbye to my children. It was merely 6.15 am. They would not wake this hour normally. But, they knew Ama was going away. So, they woke up, with a rush. And said goodbye. And Soham came over and said we wanted car when I was back. Shubham came over near me and said, " Buwa has promised us a gift, if we will be good boys for this whole year". Perhaps, a whole year is too much. Perhaps, what actually their father meant was whole week. No, no, actually, it will be blessing if we could pass a whole day without any tantrums and fights between them. But, that is impossible of course. They are just children, they don't really care about these promises. What they know, however is that they will get gifts anyway. 

So, here I come again back to writing. Yes, with a backback on my back and a big bag dangling in my arms, I thought while walking, " I will write everyday". So, this is kind of experiment that I am doing with myself to see how much I can write and how long. 

So, here I am sitting on this dodgy, cheap hotel in Bardia ( I need to save some bucks, of course) and writing away like crazy.  And I feel, may be I should stop right here, for today.