Dreary days

Some days just turn out so dreary and depressing .. like those typical Bombay winter evenings, lots of smog no sunshine. The whole day you’re itching to do something, and then feel stymied at every step. In a short life, a day is a precious thing to waste. Every hour I have questioned myself – what could I have done differently, to make this day matter – to myself most of all ..

Then I realise .. what I have read so many times .. what happens around us, our circumstances at a given point of time, are mostly out of our control. Only our responses are .. and quite frankly, my responses today were pretty sub-par.