Waking up to another lazy Spring afternoon, I saw nothing better than to sit in the hall - pleasing my senses to the sounds of water dripping from the awnings on the small puddles of water that formed overnight. Silly as it may seem, I tried to match its rhythm, the pitter-patter of water drops to the ticking of the clock in the room, the only other discernible sound I sense, apart from the low whirring sound of my laptop's fan, and soon dismissed this little fancy of mine. Every once and again as I open the door, the slight drizzle, or the rare heavy, moisture laden gust of wind broke into the hall, beckoning me to the beautiful weather outside.
And all the while, I had been pondering over starting this; having deliberated for quite a few years now, I was rationalizing why I should or not. I found there was no answer. And now, after a rather child-like thought of 'Why not?' took over me, I find myself writing this inane stub of an introductory blog. So...
Hi!
I am no one in particular; just another Indian graduate student in the US of A, with that same familiar feel of 'being lost in a jungle so immense, there is no going back' shared by quite a few of us. Yet, there is something enchanting about it, that on the rare times you do find your way out, it'd be (still be) impossible (if not impossible) to do so. I come with rustic views; from a rather 'remote' part of India - a land of many a myth and mysteries, Southies and Northies, rotis and sabzis, computers and ITES. Funnily, as I read the previous line over, I find a zillion descriptions that I've missed and could've been a lot more apt, and hence I leave it all to readers' discretion.
Here, you'll mainly find my million lamentations and sighs, a few cherished moments of bliss, memories and a lot more general 'BS'ing. Feel free to comment.
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