I have always been fascinated by blogs and the whole concept of having a website for oneself. It felt a bit like having a shop, let’s say, a bakery, where you can display all the yummy treats that you have baked; the only difference being that the others can only watch them, while the treats are forever yours. It felt like a window to the world.

Over the years, I have repeatedly and tirelessly gone through so much blogging drama. At one point, I used Blogger and made sites with blogspot.com tails. Later, I switched to WordPress. Since then, I have purchased multiple domains and hosting, created a zillion blogs and tried to maintain all of them simultaneously with little to no guidance, and as an absolute hobby and nothing more. Though I have repeatedly tried to maintain a stable relationship with blogging, I must admit that I have not been successful, especially with my focus shifting left and right through the years! Lately, I have switched to minimalism and believe that a small personal blog shall suffice and that this would enable me to better maintain the hobby. I might decide on a maximalist concept at a later date.

However, through all the chaos of trying to maintain the aforementioned bakery, I realised that this is something that I have been pursuing without anyone really telling me to. And though I have failed many times, I have never given up once. And that makes me happy! And I believe that I should do what makes me happy. So here I am! Makes sense?

You will most certainly see a variety of rambling and teenage rebellion throughout these pages. This is because I started writing these since I was a teen, maybe around the time I was sixteen. And I am not one bit ashamed of anything I have thought at that age because those are the thoughts that have made me what I am today, and I really like what I am today! Hence, I have kept all the posts here and not deleted a single one of them.

Consider this a personal blog! Treat this with the same curiosity you would have while looking at a child’s drawings while visiting his house. Lest we forget, aren’t we all but children longing for appreciation?