It's been long since I have penned anything. Caught up in official and not so official work, I have been circumnavigating thoughts of how to revive my blog which I had borne from my itch to express. I have changed as a person through the years. Life has nourished me with tales of sustenance. If I were to write stories today, their flavours would be different. Curries never taste the same twice. The innocence of stories narrated earlier smile at me. I do not return the smile, but hide my scowl. But why? Not for the changed me, but how I miss writing. Expressing through free flow of words has always been a forte. Not spoken. Only written. While I speak, I bring with it the burden of my thoughts and mood swings. Heavy and silent. When I write, I sing through my words, a melody that is sweet to my mind. I am at freedom to edit or even delete before your eyes gape at them. The freedom of expression through writing, where the frills of untailored emotions are neatly tucked into solemn
Celebrating the self with a different beat! In each breath, each step.