I was thinking about writing something for the blog for some time but whenever I tried, I got bogged down by the shear weight of my disorganized thoughts. Those thoughts are an assets to me, I can not afford to loose those. Because those thoughts are intimately connected with pleasures and sorrows that I have experienced during the short excursion into what people call practical life. Those thoughts are also connected to my childhood memories, the unfathomable love I got, the joys of getting toys, and to the tears I shed in my mother’s lap—those days are days of getting things both material and immaterial. Those thoughts are also connected to the burden that I had to bear on my weak and inexperience shoulders and also connected to those days when I was desperately in search of a single word of comfort and of love which I never got when I needed. Those thoughts are also related to days when I was haunted by the monster of the an early and teenage marriage and fear of loosing the sweet memories of my parents associated with the old mansion.

But now I have decided to write what it may cost me. I will write. But what should I write? About the moral taboos, about the duplicity of people, or about the culture which have became a stigma in our society. There is alot of things to write about and I find my self unable to choose a topic to write about. So nowadays I am looking for a topic to write.

Can any body help me out? Alas! We live a life where we can not put two lines of our own. It is all the empowerment we have.

PS: Its first attempt so I am looking forward for correction and guidness.