Return...

What is it about past that imbues it with such purity and beauty ? And why is it that present is always spent miserably, in dread of the future and in painful reverie reminiscing of things colored beyond recognition by my fantastic sub-conscious...always plotting and planning to escape the humdrum and mundane that is today and was in all probability yesterday. With me, it has always been difficult to deal with the present - I like ghosts, they tread lightly and their company is not demanding - no weight of expectation for they are beyond redemption...and they keep changing ever so subtly to fit in with my moods. May be that's why I had put you to sleep. But now I am waking you up, braced for another confrontation with reality - the here and now.