in the eye of the storm

Its raining everywhere - in Ireland where the cricket matches have got washed oyt, at wimbledon, where they are constantly covering the courts with plastic bubbles, in Gujarat where there isn't much difference between the road and the river, in Kolkata where the only form of transport out is the ubiquitous rickshaw. Its just not raining in Chennai. Dry! reasonably cool though.

Bit like the eye of the storm I am in currently. So many things going on around me. But I peg on - doing small things in my small way, not bothering to stand in the torrent of work (and perhaps responsibility).

I am an observer now. watching, commenting, but refusing to get drawn in. The third position. Playing the role to the hilt - I ask myself - how long will it last?