I keep telling myself the last time I posted was in September. This post is primarily because I dislike loose endings or leaving things in mid air without any notice. So, I owe it to whoever reads to give some updates. From being unwilling, scared, nervous to leave, .

I have been thinking about writing a blog for a very long time now. I have tried a thousand times to sit down and start typing it out, but I have always found some apprehension and fear in doing so. Would writing out the story of my life for everyone to see make it less meaningful? Will my attempts at self-representation come off as contrite or hollow? When nasreen was only a week old.

All that cooks in my heart and head. An encounter with the Godzilla. So what does the brave, resourceful, independent me do? Yup, I sit on the bed and start crying. Well, atleast the payasam was out of my mind. So where was i? I stared and stared.