To whom it does concern
After 5 years of writing and 21 days of blogging, it’s obvious, one could thrive for a number game or just be.
Though latter seems ideal, not an easy road, which takes me back to a resolve I concluded some time back when it dawned upon me, there are two kinds of artists. One who are born to rule, be worshiped, the shining stars. And there are ones who go on in their pursuit of learning and doing, incessantly under a candle light, in the corner of a dark room.
That being said; a need to let go off my stuff in the public domain, a journey it deserves (A good friend’s advice that made sense) I, each night remind myself, I am but a medium and nothing more.
I have erred, out spoken as candid as my writings and my pictures. I have no qualms admitting I am more infamous for my drinking than my black pukes(poems) and some random pictures, thanks to digitization.
I write this believing, 21 days of blogging taught me good.
Thank you for your support and be assured I am here till you want me.
P.S – Mirrors don’t lie and every time I stand before one (few pegs down, of course) I hear a subtle whisper “I love you”