Nothing
I thought about doing something constructive and noble that would be edifying for the spirit. Like getting down
on my hands and knees unfurl my ravenous heart pray to the God of love. Or raising myself into a higher realm converse with the angels on glory and peace. Or write a note to the saintly janitor always there, at a distance with a helping hand. But then my attention was rapt by the mynahs perched on the window ledge and I made this simple pledge: Give in to the art of doing nothing from time to time,
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