Hang on while I stretch...
This person I chat with everyday believes my blog has died a tragic death... am not sure it's dead, but there has been a sort of tragic silence around here... tragic only because it seems forgotten. But I am back, and I just wanted to let everyone know.
I haven't been anywhere particular in the last few months actually. In fact, I've been pretty much glued by the butt to this chair I am sitting on right now, for most part of the past few months... and when I havent been glued to this chair, I've been glued to another one at home...
In the meantime, it turns out I've completed a year in this place. Sounds good, huh! I still don't believe it's been a year. I'm having a tough time deciding if it's because it went in a whoooooosh! or because it seemed, at times, to drag on for eternity... When I do decide, I'll get back with a post about it. But the fact of the matter remains that one year or not, the drudgery and predictability of the routine that has become the sole essence of this life in recent times, remains and continues, like the view from the top floor of a building, that seems to stretch for as long as you can see, seemingly further too... And yet you know that you are also a part of that seemigly unending crowd, lost in the view from some other tower top. Oh the anonymity of it all....
Oh well, I guess it's the same everywhere. I wouldn't really know though...
I should be getting back to work.
