A new beginning

Its a weird feeling.Reading somebody's blog backward.Its like glancing through the pages of an old crinkled diary, you found in the attic of the house you just moved in. Withered to yellow with the passage of time. Then reading the posts one by one. Not comprehending them fully but enough to keep yearning for more. I seem to have had my fill.  The golden notebook has been closed and placed on the shelf for the time being. It has done its task, setting up the clock of time in motion. Thankfully, it is ticking once more, however not from where it got stuck up. Rather from a time zone, I have no clue about. Its like coming back from coma. Its just that I have no idea how long I was in it.


Now, in a dark room with a peacefully sleeping room mate- I am writing..Having not a clue about what my next word is going to be.Funny, I don't even dread incoherence now.


It has been a long time since I wrote something. I kept telling that to people.Flaunting medals of the past, to show them I was a warrior too. A warrior who took voluntary retirement from the battle field. Citing a variety of reasons, lack of patience,time and what not. Now, when I look at it, I had forgotten how to feel..


I am glad I have unlearned how to forget too.....