Do you remember the Akbar-Birbal story?
A man stood outside in the chilly night, for there was promise of gold when the sun came up. They asked him how did you manage? He said, I looked at that tiny flickering light on the house at the top of the hill. It gave me might.
I feel like the man standing in the dead of a cold cold night, waiting for my prize. The dawn is yet to break, and the flickering light is dying.
procrastinatingtanya 