17th July, 2004
17th July, 2005
O yeah. It's been an year. Exactly an year of stripping my mind in front of friends and strangers alike. An year of employing words to try and rein the wild horses that are my thoughts. Right here.
And what an year. An year that I spent mostly away from my soulmate, while she was busy cooking up the finest dish in her womb. A dish that was delivered to our doorstep by none other than Him on the 25th of May. A dish that I hope, in time, would taste of her salt and my sugar.
An year of seeking love. An year of finding love. Again.
An year of crossing the dreaded 30-years mark and the ensuing crisis.
An year when I made friends with bands such as White Stripes and System of A Down, to mention a few.
An year of frantic travel. A near-fatal but immensely-enjoyable trip to Leh. Fortnightly shuttling to home, 250 kms away.
An year of accumulating a car (and the labour of christening her aptly) and a house, far less precious than the little one I found later.
An year that marks the discovery of inner peace, deeper contentment and the incredible lightness of being. Fulfillment, if you will.
An year when I lost my insomnia, and missed it so.
An year of quitting smoking. And non-vegetarian. And alcohol for quite a while.
An year of change.
An year that was more sweet than bitter, for a change.
An year of forgiving. Letting go. An year of renewals. Beginnings.
An year to remember.
Happy Birthday my dear blog. You do know I love you. Right?
PS: And now that I've spent all my nostalgia on your birthday, I wonder what I'd write on my own birthday, on the 6th of August, peeking from round the bend.