not yet punditik

Those life moments when you are wondering what’s up with me, what’s going on right now, coz you have that niggling somethingy feeling in a sensing part of you, which tells you, all is not quite right.  And then you kinda, just kinda, see the thought coming from outfield the right side of your brain, curving round the back, coz it knows if it comes in through the front, you might just slam the door shut, and it gusts through the inner-side quarter glass of your mind, that you’d left open just for a little idle wondering.  BAAAAM. Like that that hot afternoon when you are driving down your dusty road, windows down, keeping just a spin ahead of the dust trail, and then that flank wind comes from the side exactly as you ease of the accelerator to slow down a mite, to glide smoothly along the edges of the familiar rut cut in the road that you’ve learned how to take without using the breaks, and BAAAAM, your next breath is dust!   And you step on the break, which allows your dust t