Crap. I just went through my entire blog from the first post and this word is all that I have to say about it.
I have never really opened up here and the posts give you no idea whatsoever about me. I’ve not written about so many things that were on my mind at that point of time and have written random chit chat about pointless topics. Trust me, I mean everything I’m saying right now and all that you can hope to take away from the posts is what series I’ve been watching at what time frames – really!
I don’t feel like writing anymore which is evident from my post frequency of 12 posts in past 2 years. I don’t know when I’ll write next if ever.
As I was going though this blog, I rediscovered a beautiful 8 liner poem called – “The Look” by Sara Teasdale. It was the first post that I posted on this blog and ironically, perhaps is the last. We’ve come full circle – the best kind of ending.
Strephon kissed me in the spring,Robin in the fall,But Colin only looked at meAnd never kissed at all.Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,Robin’s lost in play,But the kiss in Colin’s eyesHaunts me night and day.