The pressure we put on ourselves for just being ourselves is overwhelming. “I should be improving myself, writing that first novel, reconnecting with a long forgotten lover, et cetera”.

Crazy . And I’ll bet we all play this mental scene . Right now, as I write this, The ICC Women’s World Cup is on and the Pakistani Women are celebrating taking wickets as enthusiastically as any group of  cricketers would. In this moment ,there is neither sex, gender, race, religion, just the joyous enthusiasm of sport. Damn, we need this. We need this Southern Hemisphere Summer, free from the Winter of Ukraine, the desperate refugees, the burning hulls of tanks.

This multitasking is wearing thin.J is upstairs waiting for me. I’m tiring of tapping letters on a tablet, as typos cascade onto the screen. That’s enough for now.