Perhaps its time.
To uncover the wounds
and get over the little fling
To pick up the lying pen
and let the words sing
Perhaps its time.
To embrace the change
and flush the fable stub
To turn the stove on
and stir up some grub
Perhaps its time.. to move on again.
Hey wonderful world!
It’s a post after a long long time. 8 months rather. First of all, for those who have been looking for me and sent me messages over the last few months- Thank you! You kept my virtual avatar alive 🙂
Its been a tough time, last year. With two misscarriages in a row, it was an emotional rolelrcoaster for me and my family. But I survived, and so did my loved ones. So at the end, that’s all that matters.
Its not easy to write (and read) about this stuff. So I would leave it to that. I am just happy to be back to my favourite spot again.
Speaking of which, hello dear blog, how have you been? Sorry I neglected you darling, lets just hug amd make up, shall we? Kiss kiss 🙂
So to start with, it will still take me some time to get this baby up and running again. Have to find a suitable place in my new home to fit the photography gears. Ohh, did I tell you guys we bought a new home? Our first in the UK and that was another thing which was keeping me away from the fairyworld of blogging. God! How long does it take just to get the stupid living room setup. And the matching cushions and curtains and even the alignment of furniture. It takes ages!! You would know, don’t you?
Anyway, so now that my new kitchen is all established and seared and splattered upon, I can finally start unpacking my props and camera. Though this dreary, pale weather doesn’t help at all. But I will get there soon.
Untill then, I would simply end at this note:
Dil naa uMmid to nahi.. naa kaam hi to hai
Lambi hai ghum ki shaam.. magar shaam hi to hai
See you soon with more posts and recipes. Hang in there fellas, I am not done yet 😉