Its 4 years hence, and I guess I am doing it again. A lot has passed. Changed location, got married, had a baby. Planning to write a book and restarting this. This blog.
Take 2. Let's see how this pans out.
Will it flourish or confirm my doubts of having it in me.. that if at all i'm meant to write.

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