Here, Now

 It's the summer of June 2025. I'm here at my father's place in Gurgaon; nestled in my blanket with the AC on. As I see it, I am starting a blog on "blogger.com" which I'm not sure I'd heard of until an hour back. I will be turning 27 in October. Libra, an air sign. Scattered, all over the place.

I decided to start a blog today and it has been a long time coming. In my first year of law school back in 2016, my Political Science Professor told me that I should start a blog. She said I have a knack for writing. I am sad to admit that I didn't consider it seriously until now. Although I will happily say that writing has been a part of life ever since then (and before that, too). The things we carry. Today, I went back to what she said and I finally think I can take it seriously enough to act on it. The ways we hold ourself back.

 I don't know what I'm looking for here, but I'm here. Perhaps this will be a tool to help me be here more often. Connected to the stream of consciousness. Not trying to escape but to make sense. To get familiar.

This could also be an attempt for connection. To a single person out there, reading. Hopefully from the comfort of their life. It is 11:12pm here and both of us will face tomorrow, one way or another.

And I would have started this blog.

But I shouldn't seek validation. There is a sizeable chance that not a single person will ever read this. Perhaps the entire reason for me to do this is to be okay with that.

I will write stories and thoughts, feelings and poems, musings and the mundane. I'm excited to see what I find along the way.

Cheers to the old pieces of advice we weren’t ready for—until now.