There’s a lot to do. My mind is flooded with invisible ‘post-it’ notes, reams and reams of ‘to do’ lists. Seems like 24 hours simply won’t suffice to do it all.

And yet, even as I hurry burry through my daily tasks, there’s this insistent little brat that keeps prodding at my innards. Asking that I attend, and attend NOW. I listen. She falls silent.I ignore her and begin again. And again, she whispers.

It’s been going on these last couple of days. This game of hide and seek.She wants me to probe. Wants me to indulge her, ferret it out of her. Like a new lover would ferret it out of his new love. But hey! I am NOT a new lover. We go back for a long while now. We have history!

If women are this irritating, I TOTALLY understand all those women-bashing forwards!!

“What is it,” I ask, slightly angry by now.

She is put off by the impatience in my voice. I am met with stony, stubborn silence. A pout, a sulk, a turning in of lips, a frown. How hypersensitive can she get!!

I turn away exasperated, and she nudges me again. Invisibly, she prods. She doesn’t nag. She makes herself so present simply by being there. Just standing in a corner and watching me silently. I can see the judgment in her eyes. And the more I ignore her, the more irritated I get.

I shake her. She turns away.She’s a spoilt kid. That’s what. Talk about sparing the rod and spoiling the child!! I will NOT indulge you. I will NOT think. Bah!