speak of it

Though I had begun writing small blogs years ago, I have never paid much attention to the finer elements of blogging. Nor have I ever managed to keep up a serious blog. But this has always interested me. I have spent hours writing, re-writing and posting articles. My posts in this particular blog usually come with months of intervals between them. However, I have always written what I thought had to be written. I love telling stories, and writing them, of course! I love it more when I am somehow involved in the story I’m sharing. So, I make it a point to not be quiet about things that happen to me and around me. Hence, this blog!

My dear Amma, who is the first person to always lay eyes on each article I drop, would comment on the serious, visible lack of maturity in most of my posts. But the fact is that this blog began as a teenager’s cherished dream, and precisely because of that, has went on to see a lot of immature ranting. I seriously believe that those traits would continue to be present here no matter how old I become. I’ve particularly made it a point not to delete those old posts, lest I forget the experiences I travelled through. After all, we are all products of our surroundings.

So to begin, here goes nothing…

Valar Dohaeris…

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