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A Thank You

Though I haven't updated anything on my blog in a very long time, it was truly a gift to see the stats on this blog. I have visitors everyday in double digits.
One it made me feel the need to thank all those who pay a visit here and also for the drive to update more reading material. I might be a lousy writer but I write pure, unedited original work.

So with a sincere thanks, I shall post a new post right now.

Hope you all enjoy.

-Sne

Advice is a form of nostalgia

Look what it came to. It chased me down like I was the last train of the night. Advice. The vice of advice.
I have a bunch of mortals who unseemingly continue playing a role not there in the script.

There was a time I was addicted to talking. Talking, talking, talking. Full of doubts, what ifs, worst case scenarios discussion. Options of choosing different personalities as if they were just characters to wear. I would not deny the particular time that this talk would actually help me stay sane. You see its the same thing with a medicine. You need it for a while as a course and then you better not take it if you intend to stay fit and fine. You have to stop taking the medicine when you are no longer sick.

A range of different age groups have been bitten by the Bored Sneha bug and the infection continues to haunt them. All it takes is me to appear in front and out comes the slumbered virus.

Just a few days ago, someone completely spoiled my coffee time with a back to back talk of thing…

Overdosed

I would not have thought I could be quiet. I suffered a writer's block. Jaded thinking. I fell ill and lost my sleep. I exceeded my thinking and analyzing capacity completely. Post all this, I needed the time to recover and be fine. 


so this big break... What the hell was I doing or overdoing... I read into stuff or I read about stuff to read into. I get obsessed about possessing a certain idea or explanation within my mental bounds or anything which exceeds them. Letting go is a virtue I haven't learned really. 
There is an idle mind that frets just like my heartbeat which is obvious to me being alive. Wonder where it became so synonymous with living 

One trip home and one check of the reality sets something on fire, another reference of something thats never going to disappear no matter how you overlook it and a certain sense of unjust and unfair scheme of things in the present moment determines a certain pulse in my head that starts to flow and connect the segregated fuel drop…

The Myth that is Plan B

There really must be a change in the way a parent communicates to the child. Why I would say so? Coz its so damning to know those imprints remain on your mental screen space for a long time. Undoing those is an effort of a lifetime. There are some fears instilled in you. You are made to sleep, act in a certain way by use of fear as a tool. When you grow up fine, the fears don't just go away. They make you live your life always hoping to have a cushion bed to fall on or to avoid risks altogether. 
I wondered why with every situation that did not go in my favor did I hear a faint voice asking me "now what?" .. and "what if i had". So apparently this scenario becomes so scary that everytime I do anything or face any event, I try to avoid going into now what and take solace in the fact that I will always have a 'Backup plan' .. Plan B
The focus of where do I put my emotions take us strongly onto the side of waiting for the disaster to happen and the kick of a…