The desire to put down those innumerable thoughts that crowd the mind has been raising the voice for quite some time now-but it was always overcome by the laziness that I have been gifted with. Or was it the gift of indecisiveness- a personal diary would have served the purpose. But when did I last write a pageful of meaningful sentences using pen and paper. Or was it that facade of an introvert? Like most of the decisions in my life- this also took its own sweet time .

The name- I could not think of anything better than this . I think that's the ultimate purpose of my existence . But who knows- someone said that the only thing permanent is change. So here I am.