Confusions and Confessions

Hello there! It's been a long time, hasn't it!
I do not intend to abandon you all, dear readers. Thus, one would wonder why I do not write here for such long periods.

I may or may not have stated in the past that writing, for me, is a passion. That is less than half of the entire truth.
In reality, writing has proven to be more of a necessity than desire.
Over time, one accumulates within oneself a lot of creative energy that compels the mind to burst at the seams unless the energy is channelled through a provided outlet.

So where does that leave me at this moment? The truth is that I presently find myself with numerous exits for my creative drive. Every evening, I rehearse for a forthcoming play, soon I shall prepare for my fifth Model UN Conference, details and tid-bits of which I shall share soon; and the many people around me with whom I converse and argue, drain me to great extents of this energy.

Nonetheless, you cannot take from a writer his pen and conversely, a writer must not yield it himself. Thus, you would discover frequent updates on Reflections which isn't as much of an artistic effort as this blog but a soft and subtle effort to pen my thoughts that would otherwise be lost.

Hence, I request you to bear with me. Meanwhile, do explore my reflections and share some of your own.

Goodbye until another day!

Retrospection..

It has been long. Not much has changed. Time, however, does seem to have passed.
I realise I haven't been writing too often. In fact, I can scarcely recall what I ever wrote about.
There comes the time when you don't feel obligation towards anyone but yourself, or the motivation is lacking. You feel that emotion has dried up temporarily. You are compelled to await the arrival of the next monsoon to reinvigorate your senses. Until then, you are tempted to revel in complacency.

Going through my archive, I fail to reconcile with the fact that I wrote some of those pieces. The humour doesn't appeal to me any more. I struggle to comprehend how I sold myself and exaggerated to amuse and appeal. Maybe it was because I was at a point in my life different from what I am in at present.
Then again, who can truly say?

I bid thy leave at present, promising to return very soon. And honour it, I shall.