“We haven’t met in such a long time. Don’t you miss me?” came the silent question.

I tried to to turn a blind eye to it and hoped that the hurt voice would drown in the commotion inside and around me.

“I know you can hear me. Why’re you ignoring me?” it prodded.

I struggled to find a fitting answer, well aware that nothing I said would appear convincing.

“Ok. Take your time. Come to me when you can. I know you will.” and it wrapped it up.
For me, ironically, it had just started.

I introspect once in a while, not to find any answers per se but to know what are the things I can do for myself that can make me happy. I believe that trying to find happiness from within us is the only way to ensure no disappointment. We wouldn’t willingly be mean to ourselves now, would we?

It was hence not surprising when the voice inside me sulked and moaned silently when I wasn’t able to find time (by being busy or sometimes plain lazy) to do the one thing that came most naturally to me, gave me joy and made me feel fulfilled creatively.

Writing.

Writing has been a part of my life since always. I know, I’m sounding ironic since I have been defaulting on my posting for a long time now. Well, what can I do? Sometimes there’s something else that needs me or somewhere else I need to be and I have to be there. Period.

Here, I’d like to take the opportunity to inform everyone out there. There’s (hopefully) a new blogger on the block. We welcomed our very precious baby, my daughter Angel, in our family last November 😀 😀 :D. That makes her roughly about 3 months old now. A has turned into a super emotional father (it’s a daughter afterall!) and A Jr is supremely happy being the Bhaiya he always wanted to be. As far as I’m concerned, well, I’m trying to keep my sanity intact while keeping track of two young and one grown kid.🙂

Now that I am able to find some time to breathe peacefully, I cannot keep myself away from tapping away on my keyboard. It feels like home. Would it sound plausible if I say that even when I talk to myself in my mind I’m constantly forming sentences, correcting the grammar and struggling to keep track of the many ‘drafts’ committed to memory but left unwritten?

I wish this changes now. There’s so much happening in life right now that’ll deserve a mention in the years to come. The changes in us as parents, the bonhomie between the kids, the revisiting of fears and insecurities regarding my career, and well, lot more.