tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-113976542011-04-22T07:51:22.471+09:00And when the sun rose from the west, all was green again.Elfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07388917244552019752noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11397654.post-1152439651744905782006-07-09T15:18:00.000+09:002006-07-09T19:14:37.266+09:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2976/923/1600/boat%20at%20sunset2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2976/923/320/boat%20at%20sunset2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />There is this book called 'Kafka on the shore' and long time back, I used to read a wonderful blogger by the same name, who later moved on. I think I bought the book because of that blog. Its a beautiful name and conjures up a sense of wonderful detachment. Some bonds bind you down. Very few set you free. Its a journey to find that elastic that draws you in and then periodically hurls you out to outer space.<br /><br />In the beginning, there was immense excitement. There were many beginnings. New things , even friends , new influences. Some things end; here however there is still some purpose and hopefully this journey will continue.<br /><br />I am on the cusp of some wonderful change. Sometimes it makes me nervous, sometimes I panic, but there is also wild excitement on occasions. I hope I get through, meanwhile Elf is on a break.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11397654-115243965174490578?l=sylvanlands.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Elfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07388917244552019752noreply@blogger.com8