Dadda, this is for you...

In all the chaos you comforted me. Between the thousand 'No's' and only despair you came along and gave me hope. When the close ones were losing faith in me, you patted my shoulder and said ' I'm there.'. When my head was sinking, thoughts were going to dogs you filled me up with optimism and told me to keep moving.

You have loved me regardless of my rudeness, irrational decisions and the big ego. I was not wrong in saying that ' Its not that your my dad so loving you becomes a duty'. Your a man of such stature that its impossible not to feel so gratified. For so many things I can be thankful to God, this one is the biggest because I know and have believed that I with each passing day that I am the luckiest daughter in this whole wide world!!!

Reasons for procrastination...

Every time I sit down to write, my mind is devoid of all the thoughts that it once possessed. The rest of the time it is craving to get online to write about almost everything, even a few lines on how many times I go to the loo!
Writing....Is it an art?? It surely is not like singing where the good voice is given to you as a birthday gift from God. Reading a novel is not inspiring enough. When I read other people's work it makes me want to start writing something of my own. But then the story is the same again. I sit in front of the computer screen hoping to write something, to begin writing atleast and end up clicking the "OK" button when asked "Are you sure you wanna navigate to other page." Its useless to even start a new blog (this is my third blog,by the way. Every time I go through my blog I congratulate myself in being so consistent in writing.So far 25 blogs!!! Not bad at all for my standards. But I guess I have discovered the secret behind being consistent. Patience and observation. Its not that nothing happens ever, life is always dull. Infact if I start writing, I would have atleast one incident to tell each day. But its not all the incidents I would like to write about and why the hell would you be interested in reading about all of it???Thank me for sparing u!!
Its those few things that leave a lasting effect on the mind. It happens zillions of times that somethings are so much worth writing about but wen I start writing, all the bloody thoughts vaporise and obliviate!!! Phew!! Ask me how frustrating that is! But thats when I write a few lines...very pathetic lines and save them hoping to continue with it sometime later. It has surprised me how this practice has made me complete all my blogs one after another. Its not a days work, not for me atleast. Sometimes it takes me weeks just to complete a sentence or a paragraph...sounds crazy, doesn't it. But this is the only place that keeps my creativity alive and I wish to maintain the standards. Thats why my blogs take so much time to publish!!!

Changes

From being surrounded by friends every day to walking down the station road at the wokingham road in the freezing cold alone in the night...yeah...things have changed alot. Its quite different being on your own. I am not going to be judgemental about it..there are no wrongs or right here. It just gives you a deeper understanding and a different perceptive. Its amazing to see how your intellect progresses when it is exposed so many different things all at once. So much of it can be because of the wonderful Gene. Pride! Thats what I feel for everything that I have had and for everything that makes me the way I am.

I am still a traveller, still on the path following the horizon and waiting to reach home. What more...I have started loving winters!!