Eat, Pray and Love
Sleep comes knocking softly, turning my eyes crimson red, And yet I refuse to surrender into its sweet arms, I want to stay awake and type away, The words that bang on the door on the other side, So many things left to be said, and unsaid. Yes, I am in one of those poetic moods now. Today, having being a long day starting at 6. This engine called life has been chugging along for more than 18 hours now. Out of which almost 3 were devoted to 'Eat, pray and love' (yes, the Julia Roberts one) - excluding the time it took waiting for the bus in the chilly Manchester cold, the loitering around we did in the city waiting for the appropriate time to walk to the cinema, and then finding the cinema. In retrospect, was it worth the entire ordeal, umm, not so sure.. When I look at it at face value, no. Especially because she ended up choosing 'the man who looked like a horse' (I swear he did!) over James Franco (What were you thinking Liz!!). But the message the film brough...