Hiding in Another Dimension I know! I have been away; I was hiding in another dimension. I still am. One foot here and the other - in oblivion. Ramzan has made me every bit a procrastinator and sluggard. The combination of perpetually low blood sugar and low blood pressure makes me really really wozzy; hence, I end up dragging myself from home to work and back to home, into the kitchen, out back on to the prayer rug. This is how, life’s rut takes over the pretty and the extraordinary and turns it into the mundane; and vice versa. And it is in this ramzan, I really learnt and practiced the meaning of patience in every sense of the word. The very first week was the toughest, I couldn’t feel the month’s blessing in anyway, I felt really miserable. I renounced the friends, who were trying to feed me philosophical theories. I hung by those, who offered me practical solutions. Sometimes we should spare each other all the philosophy and say instead….. “what’s wrong, need a helping hand?” By and by, things got better. But since my life always had a surreal and unreal quality, hence, things even if are on the verge of working out – they still would carry that a trait that’s almost filmy. Still, allah has blessed me in so many ways. I still get caught in between feeling to much, feeling too little; wanting everything, renouncing it all; the belief and disbelief. I know have got issues, not as many as others [self-praise – wink wink] but I nevertheless have em. People rightly say, once bitten, twice shy! But it doesn’t matter if it works out or not – the only way – is to go forward.