Haven't written anything in a long while.. Not that I was running out of things to write but out time to phrase what I felt or could feel. Everytime I would sit down to write with concrete thoughts,the flow would just dissappear, making me too restless to think too impatient to wonder and if at all I would think I would/will end up being depressed. Having moved into a new city with new atmosphere I have lot more to observe and grasp. Different from where I have been in the last 5 years, this city seemed to be the most indifferent city that I have ever resided in. Impersonal..is the way I would like to define the city..if you want you can make this city the best city to live in and the other way round.. I'm yet to understand what I feel for it.
Post-its from my mind ...