I sat down and for hours strived to weave words for first
sentence of my first blog---and former is one that came in to being after all
that hectic work---Not very impressive, neither philosophical, Intellectual or intelligent,
nor funny, witty or explanatory but this sentence at least made a splash in
dull waters of my morale. I felt rolling; my confidence appeared to be
restoring, though, bit by bit. To reach here I gave up a fundamental and
strategic part of writings---subject. I can’t wait for a theme to hit my head
or a title to pop up in my head. I am letting myself flow in the streams of my
thoughts. It’s a crazy journey by nature however impeccably thrilling. There
are questions I want to raise—I pray people around me don’t find me in this state
of mind—but my shear fear is that almost all my prayers done at very critical
junctures of this worldly life were turned back----- in the complex matrix of
this universe--- I believe, in my greater interest.