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 Why did I ever stop writing I have no idea? I made a mistake to stop and check, how many views and comments I was getting.  This started of because I liked it not because I wanted any kind of reassurance.  There are thoughts which flowed into sentences only when I sat in a recluse space and just be myself. That is the reason, I have not been writing here or the long pending email reply to my friend. The only friend who made it to my wedding and sat through it. The only one who when arrived at the wedding venue, was immediately recognized by my Mami. She was known to my family. Although we only spend like 1.5 years together and just decided to stay in touch.  Isn't it amazing how relationship evolve over time? The unexpected one stick with you. Others the blurred with time. Important is to not waste time in 'What if' but to invest in 'how to'. Starting with this short post, trying to med my way back to that recluse space of mine where thought/s flows through my fing...

 When things go no where, get up and go This has been my philosophy for past few months. For someone who has an opinion on everything always finds herself short of expressing her feelings. And so when I find myself all choked up at loss of words I put on my walking shoes. It is therapeutic. A known medicine. Now the heat or cold doesn't bother me anymore. It was pretty cold and windy today. As I took strides towards my favorite lake side, braving the wind, my mind was full of words which I should have uttered instead of being choked up. And so the heaviness in chest increases as all the words are forming into sentences. I find the bench by the lake. Oh the secrets this bench has known. Again I lay it out all there. Open and exposed emotions. The grip on the chest loosening up. I could sit up straight. It didn't ache anymore. But I am disappointed with myself for doing this again. For not finding the words when it matters. Contemplating how to improve myself I trace my ...