In my ignorance and egotism, I always say that sleep is very much overrated, overemphasized. For some reason, I always had felt that time is short and my life’s work will not be complete, before I die, if I keep on sleeping more than really necessary . There was almost urgency. It was almost obsessive, my attachment with Time and excessive loathing of ‘ time wasting’. Time — always a very precious commodity for me.

In all this, I obviously forget that I’m timeless. I forget that I’m not the controller. Who am I determine my life’s work?

Sleeping an hour early was not always easy, yet the key lesson was that it reduced the time for tamas. ( reading Agatha Christie’s and watching Netflix) By sleeping early one may be able to rise early- more time for sattva.