I always find it difficult to start anything. I am a poor starter to say the least. I have been staring at this empty white space for quite some time. The arrangement is complete. The invitation is there. But I am sitting hopelessly. letters, words, sentences, thoughts, images, smells and God knows what else, are wandering in my mind at their will. I don't have any control...so I have decided I'll put whatever I catch hold of those...so I started and wow!...I've almost drafted a paragraph...

Starting a blog reminds me of those days of diary-writing. I started writing my first diary when I was in my early teen. I discovered a small pocket diary in my grandfather's drawer. I never dared to touch the drawer when my dadu was alive. So I thanked him for this unintended gift. The date written in it was 1963.The pages had turned yellow. Holes created by the insects were sprinkled all over the pages. But that didn't dampen my spirit. I started puting my days and nights in it. Kept it secret from my parents for obvious reasons.

I've been thinking to start a blog for more than a year. But I could'nt.
I've given myself a year-full of excuses and abuses. So here I am, atlast.
Kudos to me...