A few months ago, I took a 'power-nap' from writing on this space. A power nap ideally that was supposed to take a week or so, but look, months have elapsed since then. I was supposed to come back with lots of gusto, a rejuvenated mind in which you can enjoy taking trips in. But time waits for no man, not even the one who's lying on his back taking a nap. You can't own time like you own money.
...when the people who have devoted their lives to entertain, inform and keep us alive eventually end up lying helplessly like spent like cartridges of a revolution, someone needs to lift them up the same way they lifted our spirits when we were low and warm their hearts the same way they warmed ours with their craft. When the curtains close in on them and they leave the stage, who will remember them?