As I struggle to keep the pillow behind my back upright, and try polishing my glasses I continue to ponder if I must jot my thoughts down. I wiped my glasses for the third time because after each wipe things still appear hazy to my eyes. But third time as they is lucky so I too experienced this luckiness.

I have more important things to work upon but I’m going through a phase of physical turmoil which I go every month. This turmoil blocks me from doing any kind of mental work. Writing has always been my fondness. I am not a good writer but whenever I see a pen and a paper I start writing words. I am not a good storyteller either but I love to hear and read stories. My parents never took me for travelling so year after year my winter vacations would be absorbed by the books of Enid Blyton, Nancy Drew, Sidney Sheldon, John Grisham, Paulo Coelho to name a few.

I found Coelho very hard to understand when I read him for the first time in my sixth standard. His books were a bit philosophical for a young girl like me to decipher. I’m still struggling with my physical pain and I thought writing a few words would ease that pain as I would work upon my concentration on writing these few words but it seems my pain has aggravted to a large extent which my mind cannot grasp.

I wish to take a bit of rest and perhaps come up with a lovely note next time I log into my account. As I have already said, I have plentiful of work to do and very less time to complete and with this pain I feel I’m into a complete chaos. I feel like drowning inside a whirlpool of workload of stress, pain and anxiety.

May I come up stronger and positive.