Saturday, June 07, 2014

Easier to write post than its title

I read my posts and drafts after such a long time. Honestly, the first thing I felt was being at home. It's like meeting a long lost friend again.

So let me record something for posterity.

When I want to write something, express something that is a true representation of what's inside - I am at loss of words. There are so many things running through your head and none of that is really you.

How are things going?
As your body clock ticks you realise - more everyday - no matter how much you wish you can pass through the wall by just running through it - it isn't going away. And that you need support of all kinds to climb it. The question of why you need to climb it still remains. It's probably the reason you exist. Or it is probably not. And while I continue to dwell in the question - the wall is growing too, brick by brick, everyday.