the hour

its been hard to manage him at times, he runs so slow. I am leaving Mangalore tomorrow; planning to go to beach for the last time to bid goodbye, to her sweet sounds, that flows towards me. Well thats all i hope to get back after i come back. I ne'er get into the stream of volunteering or fore-running an event or of the sort you know. But hardly it  means i get away form it. He's putting it fast; for i to come in first, and take the helm. So ............. the awaiting has begun. Im taking him along.