I am not a writer, anymore!

"I win, you lose!", Life sheepishly smiled at me! 

With karma on its side, Life had played its cards well. 

Last year was filled with craziness and reckless learning while it ended with lovely chapters of friendship, student life, shifting paradigms and with the letter 'a' of my laptop keypad not working! Then began this year, hinting years of responsibility that lie ahead and of a laptop that needed repair.  All this while life raced with me, sometimes running ahead of me, and at other times lacking the pace. I had decided to put my blinkers on, while she watched everything, wisely. When my blinkers came off this year, Life filled me up with so much that I was overwhelmed, to say the least. My Facebook notifications were overflowing with news of friends, near and dear getting married, celebrating their first kid's birthday and of expecting a second child, while there was the non-married clan who was achieving a lot through their start-ups or becoming sexy with their weight loss regime!  

Amidst all this, here I was trying to recollect where I had last met my social life and what post should I upload to regain my belief in my social existence. (If in case you're are wondering where Life was, it busy living!) I read and re-read my old blogs and wondered if I was the same person who had written them. Even with my blinkers I had picked up a lot of topics which I could have written about, but I just could not barge through the void. Life laughed relentlessly, every time I made a futile attempt to pen down something. Silly thoughts I tell ya, make my mind wander in as many directions as there can be!

This blog is my attempt to do what I love to do and to feel awesome about it. For some reasons, I love stories – stories which people share knowingly, unknowingly; stories which we live knowing, yet unknowingly. I love the inspiration that can be found, the relationships that can be built, the companionship that can be shared and the storytelling that can be told. I may not be a better writer today, but I sure have interesting stories to share.

So when my friends ask me today why don’t you write anymore, it makes me wonder whether I am a true blogger or even more whether I am a true writer. All I tell them then, is that I am not a writer anymore, I am just another story teller.

~ incognizant ~

" Dated: 27th April, year unknown

Dear Someone,

This one I had to write. Because I will never be able to say this in person. Not with the (beautiful) past that we share and definitely not with the present that we are growing with. Remember when I told you that everybody witnesses different versions of you. This makes people believe that you can never be true to them. Call me nuts, but I always believed that you were true to me, if not by the word but by emotion. Our relationship is so difficult for us to comprehend, let alone others. Beautiful yet unspoken, unclaimed and oblivious. It overwhelms me sometimes, it still does.

So, today shoving away all my apprehensions all I want you to know is that I am in love with you. Relentlessly, truly, devastatingly! But I guess staying away from an older relationship does not make way for a new one. Or does it? Only time will tell. Now that we are away, I keep hoping for time brings us together and when not, a warm hug from you changes all tear to smiles. I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me. If not today, then may be someday I will. With this I stop, but my prayers never will.

Regards "

Exactly dated today, marked a few years back, I found this written on a piece of paper folded carefully between the pages of my diary. Reading this today gave me a reason to write again.
I am not sure how I had felt reading this piece then, but today I am content.
With Facebook encouraging sharing of back dated posts, couldn't find a better way of sharing an unforgotten memory. So whats your unclaimed memory?