ramblings

Its raining right now after about a month. It rarely rains anymore. Last night, on the way back home from the hospital, I asked God to feel the thunder again - there aren't any thunderstorms storming into our lives now. I woke up to thunder this morning.

Its too cold to go out in the rain though. I don't want to get sick. Health is as much a blessing as rain. I don't think I would like to take that for granted.

Its been almost a month and a half into the new year and I haven't read any new book. I started it, but something keeps coming up to take me away into life. The escapist in me is slowly fading away. I don't know if it is good or not, only time will tell.

I am unable to write the way I used to. Or maybe what I want to write, I don't want to share with the world. Its too....real. For a while I have been wanting to document the niche of life experiences that make my life my life, and I have found the way to write about them. But i fear if I write down those experiences, they would define who is who and what is what and I don't want anyone but me to be the judge of that. There's something about having documented life that makes the memory stronger, even if the memory is distorted. Its these distortions of the truth that come through memory that I don't want through my writing. I want to evolve, but not at the cost of truth...