Revival

For months now, I've been contemplating why I don't blog regularly. I'm a writer. So why don't I write? To be honest, I couldn't really come up with a satifactory answer. So I'll do the next best thing - I'll start writing again.

Sporadic thoughts are coming to me - and I'm gonna "pen" them down as they come.

Life has been wonderful. My last post was dated Dec something 2006. It's July 2008 now. Apart from cringing at how corny I sound in that last post - I smiled at its content. It's all true. Being married rocks. It's like one extended sleepover with your best friend!

So right now, Akshay is next to me, watching Sarkar Raj on the crap cable channel (we haven't found time to install tatasky :D) and I'm sitting on the floor, writing.

Poor thing, he's exhausted today - physically, mentally, emotionally. Was in Alwar this past weekend. An acquaintence passed away in a tragic accident. I stress on the word acquaintence because in all honesty, that's what Palash Kumar was. We met him once. But he was Rathin's cousin and Rat is a dear friend of ours. Akshay went out to Alwar for 2 nights to offer the family any support he possibly could.

I wonder what Akshay is made of. In some ways I envy him. Why can't I be as good a person as he is. How can someone be so selfless, giving and genuine? I'm not saying this because he's my husband and I love him. I'm not even saying this because I entirely support his way of thinking - I'm not sure how practical it is. But what I am saying is that he's not your regular guy - probably why I married him.

The cable has blacked out, aki's eyes are closed. Time for me to put my husband to bed.

Goodbye pashu.