Small things making life bright and beautiful
I was, I can say, somewhat frustrated. I locked my PC and entered a meeting room. I wanted to draw a plan. A new plan. A better plan. I wanted to do something creative. I was very restless. There was a marker on the table. I casualty picked it up and soon found myself writing whatever was coming to my mind on the whiteboard in front of me. Words, words and more words flowed out in abundance. I was scribbling stuff and wondering how many things do I carry in my circuit up there.