Insomnia

I was 25 when I set up this blog.
It was long back, you know. Times when mobile service providers used to charge for incoming calls.
Times when teenagers did not call me uncle. And times when very few blogged.
I was like, "Hey, I write a blog" and most people were like "What is a blog?".
And now, I am 32. Everybody blogs. Amitabh Bacchan. Aamir Khan. Sunny Leone. ( Kidding about the last one. Don't start goggling yet. ).

With time I have changed, my writings changed.
Yesterday One of my old blog reader sent me one of my old writing.
The one i sent to very few people personally but never posted it here.
There was a note at the bottom of the mail.
           
                        "Can you be this again"

And I will be honest. I had forgotten all about it. Gone.Spoof.
Life moulds you, so did I have been moulded by time.

Here people expects me to be funny again.
But I am not anymore, I realised it lately.
Its hard to to live with questions unanswered from life.
I want to ask but I can see her suffering, I can't, May be not now.I dont want to ruin.

So I decided that no more real feelings not funny nor whimpers.
I will write fiction, chapter by chapter.

And I wish
Let peace be upon you. And me.......