Brussels has gone back to the winter days. Gone are the few sunny days we had in between when the temperature had even gone up to 35degreeC making me feel at home. Now it's like one of those December, Jan days with reduced visibility and temperature, cold rain and winds. There is no good reason why I should venture outside. Better sit and browse.
I resemble a browsing machine nowadays and my mood a sine wave with the crest being the morning, when I come to office and the trough when I return to that studio room to be alone for the night. The periodicity, if you are interested and were not clever enough to guess, is a day.
Work resembles Naaranathu Braanthan's activities(he is a legendary mad-saint from Kerala), whose daily job was to roll a rock up the hill and then release it to let it fall all the way back. Go down and repeat. Life resembles a traveller who knows not where he started nor where he is heading. He is ignorant of the only pleasure he could have derived, the simple yet interesting sights he passes. But he thinks he is in a desert and these are just mirages.
The one thing he doesn't want is to be fooled.
