... i finished 'Unaccustomed Earth' by Jhumpa Lahiri today around 2am. it was good, initially i found it very interesting but later i felt the monotonous unaccustomed-ness in it now and again. i liked Lahiri's style of weaving mundane issues in an interesting way.
...but it doesn't always gives me a pint of joy as i finish reading... as i'm burdened with loads of work these days. a desire to retreat sometimes fills me with a sense of guilt. thats bad. work hasn't been just work - its been almost everything that i do all day. i dont like this.
i've to finish a project - its been lingering since 3 months - and its still not done - & that sucks too.
i'm trying to get over it soon, soon = a day or two and then it will feel good to breath easily... (unless anything new comes up - which always does)