Its ironic that these were the first lines I happen to read after my decision of going hiatus from Internet altogther; after office hours that is. I really want to state a nice meaningful romantic and melancholic reason but the truth is my eyes have started to hurt a lot. They pain frequently, images and words have started to blur and migraine is out of control. I was wonderfully honest with the doctor and he looked at me as though I was insane. Not that I blame him. So his advice (which came free of cost with the eye checkup by the way) was to layoff from anything that is describled as visual media. So that means no watching latenight movies (yes, plural), no DVDs or animes or internet; book reading has to be limited. For some strange reason, I have accepted these terms and conditions. Perhaps that was my insane part of the brain that took this decision. So am now back to reading comics and writing in the traditional way. Some posts are far too private to post in a public domain anyway, but thats beside the point.
Ironically, this is my 50th post. Numbers are tangible; aren't they?PS: The title of this post is from - Poem XIV by Catullus.