is two years old today.
What started off as a rickety soapbox has evolved into.. well, actually its still a rickety soapbox. But it’s something which I’ve become surprisingly attached to, instead of banishing it into the depths of cyberspace after a perfunctory post or two, like I thought I would.
Writing was – is – something I’ve done for as long as I can remember. But most of my haphazard, half baked scrawls never actually made it further than a yellowing exercise book expertly hidden under my bed. Browsing through a few old posts – in between cringes and facepalms (was I really so naïve? Omg, why did I write about that?) – I realized that if it weren’t for this blog a lot of my brain noise would still be lodged under the bed, in a dusty exercise book.
And as corny as it sounds, my life is richer because of the people I’ve met/reconnected with, through this blog. It’s the nicest feeling when a person takes the time to mail you, simply to find out if you’re doing ok or to leave a thoughtful comment on a post.
So, thank you.
Thank you for reading, for putting up with the angst, for the emails and the advice and for the comments and the camaraderie. I really do appreciate everything.