Fret

I'm getting so very restless here.
Mentally & physically.
Which in a way explains the recent bout of swimming & gymming. I figure if I keep myself occupied & tire myself out, I can cheat myself into believing I can get rid of this restless feeling.
The truth is that it isn't working.

I thought getting away to Vietnam for a few days would help. But somehow that's made me want to travel even more. Voraciously.

I'm reading more, & reading better quality writing too. The Colour Purple, The Blind Assasin, March, Possession. I read legal writings on human rights, articles on sentencing & jurisprudential thought. I do cross-word puzzles & read articles off bbc.co.uk, independent.co.uk, guardian.co.uk, nytimes.com. Commentary &, Arts & Culture are always my favorite.

And when I need a breather, I dream. About the courses I want to take up. The LLM, two postgraduate diplomas, conversational mandarin, carnatic music, veenai. About the places I want to go. Edypt, the Meditarranean, the Carribeans, Canada, Europe, South Africa, Goa, Australia & New Zealand, Cambodia. Southampton. England. I dream of the places I want to live. Of the lives I could live, if I wasn't who I am, if I weren't where I am.

Then just as I reach the verge of tipping over & being miserable & depressed, I get up, do something else & distract myself from my restlessness all over again.