Chaos, pain, torment
and then..
A certain sense of quietness settling in
A lull
An end to a dispute broiling within
Silence
Its over, finally, acceptance
Tranquility, placidity
Like the water gently lapping the sides of a boat in a lake


My headache, of course, anti-climatically speaking
(if they can have words such as bhadralok, chacha, bapu in the Oxford dict., I don't see why the stiff upper-lipped shouldn't approve of "anti-climatically" )


Current Music: Can't Cry Hard Enough - R. Marx and Duur - Strings
(This are one of the first few songs I want to play when I learn the guitar, maybe have a tabla thrown in for some fusion)