All good things must come to an end:Last post

NEWS: What started off as a day to day event recollection slowly paved way to much bigger things. I am no wizard with words yet this blog holds a special place in my heart. Six years that's the time for which I blogged....pretty long no? especially for someone who has short attention span. I managed to hold on to words and phrases and sentences for 6 long years. Today, as I recoil back to my little world, I find one element missing, my IMAGE. Mirror was always part of my life, more like a reflection, more like an alter ego....someone who is just like me, but not ME. Over the years Mirror grew with me....from watching over a rebellious teenager, to complicated human being, to lovestruck20 something falling in love, mirror was successful in capturing my emotions and turmoil. Always I have had my guardian angel looking on to me during my toughest times, things that were unspeakable were spoken off, my point was made clear, guilt was erased off and drama was captured. Mirror has given me 6 years of memory to cherish, something I wouldn't want to erase. I will keep the blog intact but just that you wouldn't be seeing my reflection in the mirror. Looking back the blog has given me lot of memories to laugh about to cry on and I wouldn't wanna change a single thing.

WHY: Words have abandoned me, and so have the skill sets. They are no longer my companions but we share more of a forced relationship. I never faced this kind of emotional turmoil in my life, I never had to fight to let my voice heard I was always guarded by my angel, and words it came naturally to me. That's it the final straw, one word and that's it.....AND YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO ME!!!

FUTURE: It feels like killing my own kid, eating up the darkness, and I am not sure the direction I would wander too without a holding hand. I need to write, pour out my angst and keep myself from falling apart and I know only words can give me that kind of solace. I will try keeping up with the technology, putting up my dairy in e format but for now smell of paper back would do. Going back to my root where words flow like an untamed river, gushing in all its might, a place where there are no forced love affairs, a place where people would understand why I am in love with free flowing words, a place where my feelings would be honored. It would definitely be a long absence. Thank you for patiently hearing me out, for holding my hand, for reassuring me, for pointing out my mistakes, teaching me a thing or two. Thank you for everything.