Wednesday, August 12, 2009
I remember running like crazy to catch my first flight. I was chasing the airport bus, changing taxis and getting anxious dragging luggage along. I almost had a panic attack that day. Damn! This little incident, which seems like just another day now, left a scar in my sub conscious mind. It comes back to haunt me every now and then. Well, anytime I plan to go somewhere or travel or make any plan, the previous night invariably this incident plays back in the dream/ nightmare. And then I brood over it for the next whatever hours as to how after all the planning I could let fate decide what I was going to do? Is that why the word is called fate? How do I stop those haunts?