...because I'm so random

Every night as I change into my pajamas and decide to retire for the day, like a lot of people, I think of the day that has been. After a quick recollection, I log in to blogger to type out a blog post, but instead I look at the blank space, eventually browse a few frequently updated blogs, sigh at my inability to produce words, and leave blogging for another day.

This blog used to be like a diary to me, a venting space, a canvas to paint my day in words and record the good and the bad things that happened to me during the day. It always helped. A look into the unpleasantness kept me grounded, made me realize my mistakes. Meanwhile writing about the pleasant moments always made me smile when I came back to read them at times when I needed that random lift in my mood the most.

It's not the same anymore. And I can either attribute it to being less motivated to etch the memories of this phase of my life into the walls of my blog, or I can call it a writer's block, or I can just say I lead a dull life these days. Whatever the reason may be, I just don't feel like blogging much. But I still do, because I already feel guilty for neglecting my poor little blog for so long. Hence, the tardy half-hearted updates.

Right now I'm listening to Khwab by Junoon, which has driven me into a deepened reminisce mode. I want to go back in time, just a year. Back when my life was perfect. So perfect, I can't believe it was actually real.

This one's for you babe.

Raat dhalni to hai, aanay ujalay to hain...