Another year gone. I don't know how time works as a concept in heaven, but in earth years you would have been 25 today; surrounded by the ones you truly love (coz they were invariably the ones that loved you the most) rejoicing a life well lived uptil now. But then again the script of human lives dont always play out as expected, and here I am again writing a vain few lines commemorating a date in the calendar.
My story in the past 12 months has been a mixed bag and not entirely in a good sense. To be in a constant state of variable flux makes for a very bad understanding of relative well being. Moved into a new house and joined dad (finally) - in a nutshell - making an attempt to learn to float in a raging ocean with a Swahilian copy of 'Swimming for Dummies' in my hand. Any summary beyond that would just be a lot of white noise.
N moved to Mumbai sometime earlier this year. You might as well say she is trying out her stint in hell now. It goes without saying that I have contributed to a lion's share of her current woes. We're still holding on rather well, given the trying circumstances and dearly hope to stay that way as D-Day approaches.
My family is doing OK, and with an increasingly loathing unashamedness I have to admit I havent kept a tab on your folks.
Don't feel like writing too much more than this. This is my first post of the year on this practically orphaned blog of mine. Writing to you is in all honesty right up there as one of the best reasons to check the pulse of this blog. The fact that it leads to mild forms of depression and an awkward feeling of withdrawal can be overlooked, atleast today, atleast for now.
Yours truly,
As immaterial as ever...
