Times Change

 Kncok Knock...guys it is 2022...2 years since i had written anything..

Aghast!! aaj kal kaun likhta hei??.. This is the time zone of writing epilogue for your instagram story/Whatsapp status or youtube content to make people click the heart button ,nevertheless do they bother to admire/ peruse the same again.sigh!!

Well ,i fell into this trap too.. ofcourse, no offense in being called a roman ,when in Rome. Today i have my own instagram handle by the name "Tinted Glass" which only makes amateur posts of food and travel(which i hardly do, thanks to covid and my marriage).YES!! i am married...happily married??? thankgod,its also a "YES". For all the struggle i have taken to marry the guy, finally came to an end...in a peaceful way but complementary dissent mindsets.. which ended with our marriage. But things donot end at fullstops,like my favorite saying from the marvel multiverse-"with great power comes great responsibilities"- the commitment to marriage  has given me more responsibilities  for which i wasn't ready...Well,God knows if anyone can be ever ready for anything new. Also great responsibilities give you some side garnishes like anger, selfishness, rant, cravings and sulking

These two years, life has been more tech saturated life...smart phones, instant insta posts, snapper snap chat clicks, followers, influencers especially a lot of a fakers ,maybe i should be a little respectful ..lets call ourselves story tellers. :p.  People like to be called Cool rather than original( ORIGINAL: homo sapiens, does any fandom them? People just trying to be perfect or atleast are living up for others validation through internet..its a psychological urge to post perfect things,filter the natural ,hide the bad day stuff, say only the right things or cant look boring..maybe behind all these acts of acting perfect,we are forgetting whats our realty..not everything is meant for regality..Step back..take a deep breath or even a break... enjoy the sunsets without a click...maybe just breathe in the air...and no one has to know anything...

People are born with their Siamese sister called Resentment.Well i have my own dose to complain about what stopped me from writing for these 2 years..all lame reasons . We always have a list of excuses ,but who cares them as long as you want to jump onto the episodes of happiness but not perfectness.

But today its a good day to restart...jolt down your thoughts...open the creative window for it is always there waiting to be looked upon.A fresh and raw start to write..so that the magic happens when i open this page after many years and feel surprised just the way i felt  today