Well, it’s hardly been raining words around here. Not that there isn’t much to say. (Maybe, actually).
To be honest, blogging under your real name means that there is only so much you will ever write about. Only so much you will admit to. The cryptic design of venting takes time and patience. I have some of the former, and perhaps none of the latter.
But I find myself typing a lot at work these days. My work usually doesn’t involve that much of time before a computer screen – but of late it does. And the last thing I want to do sometimes is spend even more time typing away. But I find myself reading a lot more these days. Books, blogs, more of everything.
On that note – thank god for things like Rajshri or Shemaroo – been able to revisit some old television programs like Yeh Jo Hai Zindagi…
or old Tamil stuff like Rail Sneham. A bit cheesy in retrospect, but brings back a plate full of memories.