Tangled in Thoughts

  23 rd Sept 2018 Sundays are inevitably reserved for nostalgia. Sundays are for staying in bed till late, lying down on the sofa while sipping tea, and catching up on the glorious memes and funnies that I had missed out on. Sundays are for reminiscing the days that are long gone. Sundays are for long-distance phone calls that remind me that I may not after all be that far away from the ones I love. Sundays are for thinking and clearing my head out on all the things I had been keeping aside throughout the week. Sundays are for living. As I did my thinking and cherished my nostalgia this Sunday, I stumbled upon the same thought that occurs to me frequently these days, about how drastically different my life was when I was in college. Only when one is deprived of something does one realize the significant change its presence once made. Perhaps the thing I took for granted the most while in college was the time at my disposal to do as I pleased. Oh, all those glorious uncountable hou

This is an attempt to publish some of the things I wrote not so long ago, possibly to gain clarity of thoughts or get myself back on my feet when I was feeling down.  Occasionally, when I take a break from the constant and mindless social media surfing that I find myself doing a lot these days, I contemplate the progressing ruin of the budding writer that I once used to be. It is fun to read as an adult the poems, stories, and diary notes that I wrote when I was a child. Sometimes, I also feel a warm affection towards my child self, which I imagine I would feel for a much younger sister if I had one. It saddens me to think that somewhere in the vicissitudes of adulthood, I lost that artistic child in me.  I started becoming conscious of the growing distance between the young adult that I was and the writer that I used to be towards the later years in college. However, in hindsight, it was only when I graduated and started working in Mumbai that I completely lost touch with the art of w