The Eclectic Collection

Have been writing blogs in my head for 2 days now. I am now certain that I need something futuristic, like an omnipresent yet invisible hard disk + monitor + keyboard where I can just sit down whip out the key board from an invisible portable closet and start typing furiously and just press Ctrl S. And have a preview over a Minority Report kind of screen which I pull down, to see the proof of the pudding (my writing).

Complete sense of disbelief prevailed over the latter half of the day. Some very uplifting and positive forecasts make me now believe in the ray of sunlight actually touching my face and blessing me instead of bypassing me every single day. I no longer feel so cold. Faith has begun pouring in.

I'm happy about one decision that I've taken. The affirmation that it is the correct decision or at least the correct line of thought was/is the reason for my being filled with a sense of 'can do, will do'.

I am not completely whole and the chasm exists, but the yawning gap has begun to close and I know to let go is the best gift I can give myself. No one, and I mean no one, (except my mother) is worth what I've put myself through these past few months.

Time to get going on the path of learning and self fulfillment. Pottery, guitar, salsa, photography and maybe theatre can take centre stage(besides work). Some are in continuum, some I have initiated, some I plan to take up.

Writing for theatre is something that I never thought of, until Nandini asked me the other day to write a play. Me and a playwright? No harm though in trying my hand at it. So...

...I have the germ of an idea. I need to water it, and let it bloom. I hope to be a good gardener. Wish me luck.