Slept in the afternoon today after many weekends. And slept well. When I woke up I was in a blur, like where I am types. I remembered that there was a time many years ago: the lazy hot summer holidays. They would come every year. I have vivid memories of those times when it was way too hot to play outside and we would be indoors and there was the 'sound of the fan'. I am not sure if some of you have ever heard the sound of the fan. It has a unique association in my mind. Like some people have their minds run away in the sway when they look at the sea or the sky or even the moon! Well long ago the sound of the fan in the hot summer would put me into those blank long shot moments. The continuous sound is similar to a trance causing repetitive sound. Now when I think about it or get a very very very rare opportunity to experience the same, I feel that it was an era that has long passed. An era when there was 'TIME'. I feel we have lost it now. There is very little of it le
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