I don't have the same zeal or time, but I do miss this fond activity of curating dear things in a quiet corner, where presumably no one visits. I can't possibly be very disciplined or organized and finicky and fanatic anymore, but whatever I can do to keep this little alcove thriving I will do.
I am reading Ways of Seeing by John Berger.
All these while I tried to be very immaculate. And there have been self-imposed rules I have been abiding by. And I have deliberately tried to keep this place away from loud things, such as activism or revolutions or provocations, and tried to keep this place as passively pleasant. I really don't know if I am really this person anymore who still loves to walk with carefully measured steps on tiled floors. May be I have changed. But I don't know if I would really want to change this place. There is something about this place, that I am proud of. Well I will let serendipity to decide the discourse.
But right now, this blog is back!
I am reading Ways of Seeing by John Berger.
All these while I tried to be very immaculate. And there have been self-imposed rules I have been abiding by. And I have deliberately tried to keep this place away from loud things, such as activism or revolutions or provocations, and tried to keep this place as passively pleasant. I really don't know if I am really this person anymore who still loves to walk with carefully measured steps on tiled floors. May be I have changed. But I don't know if I would really want to change this place. There is something about this place, that I am proud of. Well I will let serendipity to decide the discourse.
But right now, this blog is back!
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