return to-

just outside this morning; where did summer go?

dear blog,
i realize that i abandoned you in last four months- 119 days to be exact.
somehow, there's a weird relief that ive realized it before the full 120 days, not that it would make a huge difference.

lots of things happened, and ive been many places.
ive seen many people, and ive met a few persons.
the summer that was hot, and the summer that now was.

all these things, i believe, will come out in little threads here and there. may be even HERE.

as the low sky full of clouds casts a pause into the city- a rarity, onto the city, i picked up the book that ive been meaning to read, but has been too 'noisy' for.

the book asked me straight:
what is silence?
where it is?
why is it more important now than ever?

it's perhaps a bit too magical. but here i am.

it's always bit weird to get back into the city and get back into life where people/ideas/things constantly move around, with communication that goes haywire, things that collapses into pear shapes. and so much noise. and though it's been so many times that i drown self back into the noise of this city (which i do love), it is confusing, demanding and slightly distressing.

i guess i am so lucky to be away from the bustle in the summer, in a different continent altogether! (this does make me chuckle).
things will settle and i will find my centre for the year. i gather there's only 245days to go till next 'leave' anyway. the real question is, who would i become, and what would i do.

time to don my shoes for that regular run, which keeps me sane.
thanks for being here blog. you often keep me honest and curious.

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