If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?
I tend to talk quite a bit over dinner. I would invite the most avid book reader around, and also an arresting book reader, Kindle audible-like, to read to me while we chomp on the amazing food, and before chomping, and after chomping too.
I like this idea of dinner. May host plenty such dinners, if…
I watched the Spain vs France match late into the night. Woke up at 7:40 in the morning, primarily because a solitary fly that sneaked into my room kept irkingly crawling on my skin.
My ideal sleeping time is 9pm. And waking time is early in the morning just after sunrise. There is a reason this blog is named morningboy.space.
This question feels odd by the use of the word ‘currently’. On the first reading, feels like a usual question. Ponder a little, that ‘currently’ feels so wrong. Do you think about the question before jumping to answer it?
I am an Indian citizen. So let me tell you the way I see things here, triggered by the word ‘country’.
Yesterday morning I could capture a sentiment this way:
Gormint is a country which rules another country that is non-gormint.
Gormint = Government
So let us read it all over again:
Government is a country which rules another country that is non-government.
Right now, the situation has pinned into this country called government. I do not quite like, even if I can appreciate it in some way. I am here to stay for some time it seems. See you.
Sun is out, mind is alert and ready to work on the newest ideas, body is energetic and often itching to break into a sprint, anticipation for my one and only coffee of the day is high. I recall some dreams from the night. Morning offers so much.
I can describe chocolate bar of my dreams… Does it mean dream chocolate bar?
So it is a huge disc, not a bar, with a hole like the one that fits into the upright stub of a gigantic turn-table. And then it rotates like a music disc, with men and women attempting to dance on this rotating chocolate disc and their feet getting stuck in the gooey chocolate and then they find themselves falling into the chocolate, and licking it instead of getting up on their feet to dance…
Even going by the titles of the jobs I’ve had, I can list quite a few. But that’s the problem. It is so so so boring to recall each of those titles. And then as if my listing the job titles shall make you understand what I’d be talking about?
Let me just say, for the last 13 years, the job has been to survive and offer sterling earrings with the hope of looking at beautiful faces every day. Does that sound like a job?!
As part of that, I’ve had to learn photography and shoot a lot of earrings, and collect a lot of cameras. That’s been painful and entertaining all the same.
Some times questions baffle me. Or just some words in the questions.
Say, after you answer in ‘yes’ or ‘no’, what is even left to say? Is the question answered? It may feel like the question is answered but it doesn’t feel like one has answered it well enough. No?
Imagine these questions instead:
How do you practice religion?
How far do you practice religion?
How deeply do you practice religion?
Is there something called non-religion?
Can a non-religion be practiced?
Is it possible to not practice a religion?
O, thank you. Enough of this. It is just a blogging question. What are you talking about. 4:25am and the crows and cuckoo’s are awake. I can hear their calls. I could hear the crows even at 2:30am actually.
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