It wasn’t a time to do everything I wanted. I wasn’t in a somber (or jolly) mood either. Neither was it a time to blog. I don’t know why I made up my mind to put the reflections down here. I apologize to any vagabond (or wanderlust), luckily or unluckily, fording across this ravine of state of my mind. I apologize if you fell down here searching a scintilla of profundity. Quite contradictory, but full of verity, it is a ravine but lacks depth. Sometimes even I myself am not aware of my swerving mood.
After having a jubilant and happening summer vacation in the lands far-far away, where resided a cruel ruler few decades ago, I returned to enhance my experience. I returned with a determination to rise again to explore the world, for which there is no rest of the world. Two months of painstaking efforts to master a geeky list of three-thousand-five-hundred weapons proved a killjoy till the d-day. I swear, my efforts weren’t degenerated, but I succumbed. I resigned before a machined program. Then and there I realized what my mistake was. Since the age of five, when I started learning, till date I kept myself away from English literature.
It’s time for everyone for a week off. I’m signing off with a determination to keep this page updated.