Not enough posts perhaps, to account for the time.
But (more than) enough friends and well-wishers.
So many changes.
After twelve years, it’s no more the same person, though.
Returning to give up; returning to take back. Willing to call-out.
Leaving. Taking charge.
Learning love; unlearning love.
My love for blogging has not changed. I am glad about that. I have learnt to love the other; and I have learnt, what love is and is not. In that small space of what is and what is not, I discovered myself. It’s a revelation.
Notwithstanding, I remain,