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Dissecting idleness!

What is good life I wonder ? Getting up late , having a leisurely cup of tea, sitting with the crossword and then getting on with the chores at a leisurely pace over another cup of tea. Going to the Supermarket , browsing over the types of Pasta to choose and wondering which ones Chibu can cook ! This is Lotus eating at its best and right now I am loving it ! Chibu laughs at my semi unemployment , Bhaskar's reaction is kind of mixed - he doesn't know how long I shall love this limbo- Pradip keeps telling me to move on cos it's not in me to sit idle!
Funny how I am dissecting idleness- when I was actually longing for some free time and me- time! 
A week back I was forever on the run! Breakfast-work- visit to Baba- back for dinner- and then the day began all over again!
 Of course the future is uncertain, I don't know about my 
employ-ability (if there is such a word),I don't know if I am going to travel again- all ifs and buts and what ifs! I want to do something good with my time ...go on a spiritual quest all over again,read all the books that are lying in a pile, do up my  house
( may be I will like it then)...I have almost forgotten what it is like to be an everyday housewife....




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  1. Everything in life becomes monotonous,even a job or maybe I'm the restless kind...If you donot reemploy yourself soon enough,you will never feel like going for a job again.You would want the job to fall on your lap somehow without making much effort,believe you me.Suggest have a good vacation,and then go for an interesting job(meaning the interest should last for at least 2 years).

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  2. dear Delo, you are right , there is monotony in being busy and as well as in idleness! Am not unemployed though, on a lay-off, thus the dissection :) yep a vacation sounds fine and am still not ready to look 4 another job. Btw , went over your posts, very universal , could connect to them immediately! Thanks for connecting..keep in touch!

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