Feels strange. When suddenly you come back, open a page in a long lost dust laden copy, maybe the unused notebook from school, and find some scribbles or a sketch that you had completely forgotten about. Feels like that, coming back here and writing again. Kinda bittersweet, the times that has passed was like that and hence the posts here echo the same feelings.

Needless to say, I haven’t achieved inner peace. Well, to be truthful, how long has it been to even ask for peace? Barely a couple of years or so since I last visited this page. I am in a better place, that’s for sure. Still, there are confusions that have no light at the end of the tunnel.

Lets see how it goes. And lets write more shall we?