This is my 100th post for this year. And like all things with 2020, this comes a lot later than usual. It's no surprise that blogging has been slow this year. One might think that given all else has come to a grinding halt, blogging and talking about books would just take off. I thought that too. In March, as the first phase of the lockdown was announced, I was all geared up for blogging more and clearing a long backlog of books I wanted to talk about. Alas! That just didn't happen. I ended up doing chores day in and day out and just not reading enough and definitely not blogging enough.
Hell, I got to book 100 only in August, a feat I normally, without any issues accomplish in June. July tops. But mostly June. But man, it's been a task on somedays to find time to read.
Cooking.
Cleaning.
Dishes.
Worrying about the world.
Sanitising every single thing...sure takes up a lot of time.
But in the last month, I've found my reading mojo back. I have slowly found my way back to reading and hopefully this newfound spurt of productivity will leak into my blogging as well.
*Fingers Crossed*
Here are some beautiful flowers from back when a walk in a park was a thing we did and we did without worrying about death and disease.
Sheesh!
What has life come to, eh?
Recently, I stumbled upon these lines, an old Arabic Proverb that has really resonated with me. I keep thinking of it and I think I agree with what it says.
Here it is:
"What is meant for you, will reach you even if it is beneath two mountains.
What isn't meant for you, won't reach you even if it between your two lips."
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