Depression is... well... depressing!

For the uninitiated, khaki, spelt always with a small 'k' is a pen-name I devised for myself when I was around 15. That was when I began writing poetry in urdu, and khaki was just the kind of brooding, depressive and self-cancelling pseudonym that suited me. And its stuck on since then. I'm still brooding and cynical, but by the grace of Allah, I sometimes manage to convey a bit of wit now. So some people associate my nom de plume with a few laughs...

The whole point of this annoying preamble is that I want to make up for my depressive post, and give you something good to read. (hopefully)

'Waiting.' Does the term make you feel like your blood is boiling, and like some people do you have that agonizing sentiment when asked to wait? I, for one, dislike waiting to the max! I'm in the dark, not knowing what will happen when. I hate unpleasant surprises, and being the stress-junkie that I'm turning myself into, waiting gives me worry. And worry disallows me to write to my creative best... sorry guys.. I'm waiting for something. The good post will come, but only if the result of my wait is a positive one.

And what is it that I'm waiting for? Well... I like being intriguingly mysterious.
'til next time --khaki