After a very long hiatus, while wandering around in the depth of Google search results, stumbled upon my very own creation; my deeply cherished though forgotten and forlorn blog..

Over the years, since I began to write and post/publish some or the other piece of English prose, a lot has changed around me, with several attempts being made to change myself, but the attempts proving futile and myself getting engulfed again and again and again in the same vicious never ending circle of daily routines, living as a robotic human moron programmed to continuously follow a chained/programmed piece of routines....




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