another chapter

my fear actually is that i have forgotten how to write.

its been too long. in fact the fear is that everything will sound the way it is sounding... very vague, too self consious... and utterly boring.

but there is so much to say... a whole new chapter ( if i can call it that) has written itself..., life had become so incredebly dull ... that i think i dove into a ready plot of tragidy!

Its strange how hungry people can sense each other... by hungry here i mean nothing explicit.... i mean people with intricate fault.. people who need people.. people who mess things up, people who can help each other, people who end up just doing again, what they were trying to run away from.... patterns do repeat. And everytime they do, i wonder if it was cause i was running away from it, or was it cause i was running towards it...

One thing i like about now, is that this is perhaps the first time i am walking away with no albatros of guilt.