Weekend Home or Walking out Naked
Every year this time, some strong force of energy pushes me to introspect about my passion for writing – as if part of me is still incomplete and it is high time that I do something beyond brooding to get it moving. Over the past few years, this introspection has entailed virtually one post reinforcing my commitment followed by few ramblings, followed by another resolve, and then few more ramblings, and so on, till the excitement tapers…
