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Hiatus

When I started writing here in 2007, it was to journal my experiences. Moving abroad for further studies, it now feels like every day delivered a fresh discovery or epiphany. From bedbugs to roommates, cooking to washing up, finding a job to coursework, those were interesting times, rich in material. On slow days, there were a shed-load of opinions to hold forth on. I was in my early 20s after all.

Life has taken many strange twists and turns since that first post. The strangest of them all is the diversion called COVID-19. Whether it remains a one-way road with occasional shoulders remains to be seen. Being remarkably resourceful apes, we cope as best we can. The virus does not seem to be our asteroid, but there's no way to know for sure. 

In any case, experiences or adventures, pleasant or otherwise, were always thin on my ground. Now, they are practically extinct which means this blog is gasping for air. Never one for erudite arguments, well-constructed write-ups, literature & sports reviews or rants against those in power, almost every piece here was an attempt to filter an experience through the lenses of humour, cynicism, nostalgia or melancholy, the operative word being 'experience'. Perhaps it was a miscalculation on my part. I should have found a self-sustaining niche area, making writing here a lot easier. 

For some time now, the days, weeks and months have blurred into an unremarkable lump and deja vu is the resident theme. So this blog is taking a break until further notice. Maybe I just needed to write all of the above to face that fact. See you on the other side. 

Song for the moment: My days are numbered - Blood, Sweat & Tears

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