Whisk Me Away...

The recent trips seem to have stirred the wander-lust in me for I find myself strangely restless, unable to focus on work for long and amazingly enough loath to spend time at home. I find myself building castles in the air about trips I'd like to make later this year - Aurangabad for another visit to the Ajanta-Ellora caves and Bangalore to *finally* visit Hampi with Umelette (she seems to be the only one who has not yet been there)...

So it is that in the middle of planning a new class or slogging my way through a translation I suddenly find myself wondering what is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?

Flights of fancy apart, I've been drowning myself anew in the world of literature (or atleast attempting to do so) and thus the pile of books on my bedside table is becoming taller and increasingly precarious as I pull out a different book every night, depending on my mood, and proceed to drench myself in a world vastly different from mine. Joyce Carol Oats, Gerald Durrel, Michel Tournier, Franz Kafka or Sue Rose - every night I'm whisked away to a new world and slip blissfully into a wonderful dreamless sleep. :)

Now if only, someone would organise a magic carpet that could truly whisk me away!