Wheel of life does not stop

Its 10am, on yet another Thursday. This must be the thousandth week I am penning this column. As usual, my editor is on my neck. We need to go to press, and on time, he says. In a bit I will be done writing, and I will be back to doing other things.

And the wheel of my life goes round, and next week I will be here, and I will be doing the same thing, or may be not? I am not complaining. I like what I do, and if the universe intends, From the Heart will soon be 10 years old.