Ever get the compulsion to write after returning from an overseas work-trip, spend an entire weekend of writing & researching stories for work, and then writing a few more copies on the hectic Monday afternoon minutes after you cleared out your emails, planned out your schedule for the next 3 weeks & updated your ME on as much as you know?
Well, I do.
But my compulsion to write a few lines on this Monday night, stems more from the need to commemorate this day – a turning point of sorts. Today, the sense of completion encountered, when I saw bits and pieces of my life come together without the slightest effort, needs a mention.
Today, I once again shared an office with she who gave me something to believe in, who nurtured my skills, taught me how to crawl before I could walk, and showed me that with hope in your heart and a prayer on your lips, almost anything is possible.
No one could have put it better than M did when she walked into our room today with a small grin on her face as she patted me on the shoulder and said, “I’m happy. I’m happy for you.”
Can one say too many thank you’s? ‘Cause it feels like I can never say enough..