I almost forgot i had a blog. I have not opened this page since last three years . other day some one sent a link to his blog then i remembered i had blog too. Though with a very few posts, but it is there.
Thanks to google as they need only one password for all their services, i was able to open this page .
I forgot passwords too quickly.
Three years .
A lot happened in these years .
One of the things is my English worsened but i dont care because i know there wont be many ( or any ) will be reading this page.
I am out of practice to write , but i will write as there wont be any judges to sentence me,
i have not planned what to write or the topic or the feeling.
i am not sure if i want to share a pain or something
or i have complaints about life, because whatever it is good or bad it is because of my choices.
I am just typing the thoughts as they come to my mind.
It was easy initially because those were few. now is exodus of thoughts trying to get expressed.
My fingers are not as fast as my thoughts.In the process those precious thoughts are getting lost . I am sad for it. Because after a while i cant recollect those spilled thoughts.
In the melee some nonsense is getting typed . But i am not worried because of following
1. something is being written that means i can still write.
2. Only i m going to read this than why care
3. Who cares.
So much for the beginning . But there is nothing further i can write so is it beginning or ending .
Whatever !
Whatever? i remember this word i hated most when it was uttered rudely by someone i care. i used to be more sentimental by this word
Problem is that every innocent word remind me something which i should forget .
But why i should forget ? it makes me smile when i connect those words,
But it gives bitterness too ?
so what ? A moment of happy memory can afford the small amount of bitterness.
Bitterness
Wine is bitter but it dosent stop you to love it . It takes you to another world . And you get addicted to bitterness. It makes you happy . It makes you addict .
Addict
Is to bad to addict to memories , to places, to people. It takes you to beautiful past. The past I am proud of.
Past .
Dont stick to past They say, move on . Live in present .Enjoy life and be happy .
Present .
Presently i am confused with everything. My fingers are not compatible with my thoughts and refuse to oblige..
Better i stop here.
I promise my self to open this page again .
Thanks to google as they need only one password for all their services, i was able to open this page .
I forgot passwords too quickly.
Three years .
A lot happened in these years .
One of the things is my English worsened but i dont care because i know there wont be many ( or any ) will be reading this page.
I am out of practice to write , but i will write as there wont be any judges to sentence me,
i have not planned what to write or the topic or the feeling.
i am not sure if i want to share a pain or something
or i have complaints about life, because whatever it is good or bad it is because of my choices.
I am just typing the thoughts as they come to my mind.
It was easy initially because those were few. now is exodus of thoughts trying to get expressed.
My fingers are not as fast as my thoughts.In the process those precious thoughts are getting lost . I am sad for it. Because after a while i cant recollect those spilled thoughts.
In the melee some nonsense is getting typed . But i am not worried because of following
1. something is being written that means i can still write.
2. Only i m going to read this than why care
3. Who cares.
So much for the beginning . But there is nothing further i can write so is it beginning or ending .
Whatever !
Whatever? i remember this word i hated most when it was uttered rudely by someone i care. i used to be more sentimental by this word
Problem is that every innocent word remind me something which i should forget .
But why i should forget ? it makes me smile when i connect those words,
But it gives bitterness too ?
so what ? A moment of happy memory can afford the small amount of bitterness.
Bitterness
Wine is bitter but it dosent stop you to love it . It takes you to another world . And you get addicted to bitterness. It makes you happy . It makes you addict .
Addict
Is to bad to addict to memories , to places, to people. It takes you to beautiful past. The past I am proud of.
Past .
Dont stick to past They say, move on . Live in present .Enjoy life and be happy .
Present .
Presently i am confused with everything. My fingers are not compatible with my thoughts and refuse to oblige..
Better i stop here.
I promise my self to open this page again .
