Do I exist?

Seeing the pictures, here, what do you feel?

Count is five

That time of the year has come when I take out my gun and fire 21 shots in the air to salute the mother's all around for their bravery and courage in handling their little one's birthday parties without batting an eye lid. Here I have been hopelessly panicky since last few days. While I know kids won't care about the food and they know how to enjoy by themselves, it's of no help. I am beyond reason at the moment and only when it is all over that my palpitating heart will regain its normal beat and we will start packing our bags for a short break in Kerala. Would be conducting exam on sunday but at the moment conducting anything other than a party for kids seems like a cake walk. Oh cake! Must run to get the no-dairy microwave-cake started.

And they complete a single

You and me.

Being not very good with words or comfortable about writing in general, starting a blog was not exactly the most natural thing to do. It was what one would call a spur of the moment decision, there was nothing to lose. Turned out to be a good one. A delightful distraction for someone so miserable (a year ago) dealing with all kinds of nonsense. More so as writing didn't come easy, words didn't come out in a flow, more often than not didn't make any sense, not even to me. The good thing about time though is that it flies and a year is complete. With it while being miserable is not the default state anymore, the blog continues to be a delightful time out from the usual running around.