The past few months have been more eventful than ever before. I've lost
sense of what normalcy really is and what goodness is. I've started
acknowledging all the meta-thinking and internal battles of my little brain. Kriti
calls this my mental masturbation, an inventive tool that helps substantiate all the importance that I want to give myself (remember the love letters?). I saw this thesis semester walking over in front
of my eyes and I saw myself losing to time and work, swaying between
procrastination and overkill. I've also realized that closure is one of my
least favourite nouns. I have been forcing myself to think that thesis has only
begun yet. It will get more exciting from now on.
I've realized lately that there’s far too much that I think
about and feel is worthy of blogging but I never end up doing it because I never
get down to structuring it as an article/ post and never write so much that
there’s enough to sieve a structure from it. This also comes out of a
realization that very often; I fail to look at the larger picture of a situation
without getting stuck in the parts. So
this is an attempt to at least initiate all the conversation by starting with 200
words and putting it up. You just read the first 200.
