It will not be easy

With each passing year, my frequency at grabbing the pen seems to be decreasing at an exponential rate, inversely proportional to the amount of rust which gathers over my creativity. It is a struggle to put together a few words now. The mind still wanders, reminisces and writes but only in thoughts and not on paper. And hence, I must return to this platform so that I can still keep a hold of a skill I discovered in my formative years. It is true that far more interests have come into the foray that occupy my time to no ends. But as I must be true to myself and my identity, I must not forget where I have come from.

To many more posts, I bid thee farewell