Weekend Home or Walking out Naked
Every year this time, some strong force of energy pushes me to introspect about my passion for writing - as if part of me is still incomplete and it is high time that I do something beyond brooding to get it moving. Over the past few years, this introspection has entailed virtually one post reinforcing my commitment followed by few ramblings, followed by another resolve, and then few more ramblings, and so on, till the excitement tapers down. Just a simple plotting of posts over the past 12 years reflects my diminishing enthusiasm towards writing and expressing myself. Ironically, if I was to plot the number of books and deep articles I have read over these many years, it would just be the reverse pattern. As I wrote almost a year back... Lets Restart. For I am not done. Not done to Let go of this passion of reading the world through my eyes Not done to stop learning as I keep sharing - not to increase readers, but for the joy of sharing Not done t...