Bask in the warm fall sun. Smell the crispness in the air. Feel the hair down your back tango with the wind. Hear the whisper of grass tickled by gentle breezes. Listen to the slow beat of your heart, Enveloped in silence, Chilled to the core, Frozen. ~Sithara Reddy~
I know that this post is long overdue, and I apologize for the delay. In the middle of the summer, I posted a tantalizing question for all of you. I posted it on my Twitter, Facebook, and of course this blog, and I surprisingly got a lot of responses. Who knew that other people also cared and thought about this question of independence. I talked to my friends about it, gchatted them when the...