Nearly time to set foot on land once more. That is, if the violence in East Timor abates.Six weeks of insane working hours, endless rivers of coffee, bunches of broccoli and fruit growing out of my ears, steady streams of small talk, exacting cheerfulness, muted fury, mad euphoria, unspeakable frustration, unshakable weariness, unabashed ecstasy, deadening despair, growing pains, unprecedented light-heartedness, and peals of laughter, and fat chuckles, infectious giggles, magnetic, captivating, disengaging smiles.
It’s heavenly to feel so alive.
4 comments:
Tee Hee:D i just imagined broccoli and fruit sprouting out of your ears :))
It is, I tell you! :D
your camera is paisa-vasool! Paavam - broccoli and fruits growing in her years ;)
Heh! Years, yes!
Post a Comment