It has been a while since my last post and for once I don't know what I am going to write about now. It has been a ride of varying uncertainties these past six years that I feel I have experienced 'Change is the only thing that is permanent'. Here I am lying on my diwan and trying to resuscitate my blog. Just looking at the paragraph above gives me a satisfaction that I have strung some words together to make three new sentences that I have not written before. Make it four :).
These few years of life have been precious for me that I unconsciously preferred to live it rather than dwell on it from time to time to gain more traffic to this page. Why start again suddenly? I really don't know. But I know this is the time. My wife (Yes, I got married to Gowri and have a Toddler named Nila) has also been urging to write here (for completely different reasons) and finally here I am!
As all creations happen, this is ongoing in the dark sleepless night of a weird June in Chennai. The weather here has been unforgivably sultry without the promised heat showing up. Even that seems to mirror the quote that came up earlier.
There is an uncontrollable need to share. I'm simply using this as a place to really express those thoughts, which are better on paper or in this case typed on screen. The flow of thoughts are not always in my control, but the speed of typing them is definitely slower than the stream that comes in. I toy with the idea of sleeping out in the living room (another change) for the night, but biting flying friends may not allow it.
While I adjust my position to get comfortable, the sleep, threatening to overtake the completion of this post, looms dangerously. I pause to gather my thoughts and go blank, so registering that seems important. There is a certain lightness in living at this new place I moved to recently (yet another change). A joy of seeing greenery everyday outside your door. A greenery that is neither imposing nor demanding but one that is self- sustaining and inviting to be cared and loved for.
A worrying crease appears as I wonder about my readiness for the morning game of football. Planning ahead has always excited me. But how much of it is possible while 'living' with a family has been intriguing. There are so many things that are not in your control and you find that the more you try to hold on to them, the faster they slip out of your grasp. Going about with what you have and doing the next steps accordingly without regret or guilt of what could/should have been is an ongoing process.
And finally (yes, I am at the end) I have decided to name it "A little bit of this and that" from my favourite fiction series. This title is what comes to my mind as I go through the lines above.
