tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461303365067184152023-11-15T05:18:00.294-08:00They say it's Karma...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653223924668653165noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2246130336506718415.post-33138959251463490742010-08-29T01:38:00.000-07:002010-08-29T01:39:43.889-07:00Grey Street<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">2.30am on a Saturday Night I suddenly feel the need to start blogging again.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now you don’t need the mandatory why I quit blogging, how much I missed it, and why I am back post. Right?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It’s been almost a year since I last blogged. But I am still as much of a mess as I was back then. I still over think and over analyze things till I have sucked on every minute detail to the extent that I lose the plot completely. I still tell myself I’m fine. I still have conversations in my head. Nasty conversations. I still feel I am a fighter. A new age avatar of SuperMan. And all it still takes is one good song on the radio to lift me up! Although alcohol also works just fine.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So yes it’s been a year! Any boy updates I’m sure you’re wondering. To which I would have to say.. Nothing major. Another year went by. Another boy. Another happy - can’t stop smiling – im having the best time of my life – is he the one – drunk giggly sessions – parties – late night snacks together – a million coffee sessions , and then, the pain – the vulnerability – tears – melancholy. It’s a loop. Life is a loop. And I should’ve known better by now... but all the chick flicks and Karan Johar movies, so bloody misleading!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">All said and done. I am back. I don’t promise to be regular. But maybe once in a while when I need to rant I will come here. There’s only so much freedom that 140 characters on Twitter allows. For now, Scribble And A my only two readers.. I am Back!</p> <!--EndFragment-->...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653223924668653165noreply@blogger.com4