Notes of a Dirty Young Woman/ 100th Post

This is the 100th and the last post on this blog. In my last post I  mentioned that I might be moving to another platform.

I do not have much to write here. But the few readers that I had here may now read me on my new blog: Notes of a Dirty Young Woman. I do not have a specific reason for this shift, but I have struggled a lot to reach to the decision.

So that's that. Hope my dear reader is happy and full of life.

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Now Playing: I'm Coming Home | P. Diddy, Dirty Money, Skylar Grey

Like a Bird in the Sky

What would you do if you had the power to travel through time? Would you go back to all those moments when you were stronger, happier or would you go to those when you were not at your best? Would you stand at a spot and watch your city from a distance or would you go all in?

I would never want that power. That much responsibility is too much to handle. And now, I shall post from the new base. Till then, listen to this happy song.

Also, I might move to another blog platform (which is why I haven't completely revived this space). Stay tuned. =)

I clicked that on my last trip to the heart of the walled city.
I will miss home, but I'm equally excited to leave it. 

-x-

Back from the Dead!

Remember where I last left you? Here.

So I talked about finding a path, about looking for a moment of clarity. Life was mundane and not so great. I am 22; I have perfected the art of going away from things which remind me of what I once was. And that included this world... where I read so many amazing words; where people have dared to share what they are; this place is special. Even if I don't have a 100 readers, I know that somewhere someone is reading and relating to all this. You see, nothing is entirely unique in this world after all. We all have the same basic emotions. Our anatomy is the same.

I wasn't really sure if I wanted to come back here. Then I read this. Since a very long time I have had trouble letting go- people, things, bags, notebooks. Each time I heard the news of a goodbye, I sank. And now here I am, writing this post before a month of the big move.
The Big Move- I am moving to Mumbai next month! For college, for a new life, and most importantly, for a fresh start.

So what actually made me come back here? It wasn't the "oh-my-god-I'm-leaving" breakdown. It was much more than that. I read so many beautiful people every now and then. Kshipra being one of them. It was while reading her many posts that I realised that it doesn't matter if I have just two or three readers; I have to give back the positivity and give them a reason to smile or to be able to relate through words. I am not sure if I'll ever do justice. Hell, I'm not even sure if I have it in me anymore.
But your art matters, Kshipra. To me. And I hope I'm able to do the same to someone... to be able to inspire someone.

Will be back sooner with a better update.
Till then, listen to this

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I missed this. 
-x-

Hello, Goodbye!

I began writing blogs because they gave me a medium of expression. It was a very important part of my growing up. Now, however, I do not feel so close to it. It is sad, really! But it has been great...reading so many amazing talents, making friends, learning and evolving along the way.

Sharing music, and other stuff.. all of it has been very well! And now, neither do I have the time nor do I feel the urge to take out time to write. I am trying to do things differently this year- starting with closing this chapter.

2013 wasn't a very good year. Then again, that's nothing new! =)
Days are never the same. You win some, you lose some. Shit happens and you move on. What I am terribly missing these days is the series of heart-to-heart conversations with my best friend. I am not an ambitious writer. I'm not among those who wish to get their works published...for what its worth, I don't even like sharing my work anymore.

So that's it I guess. Ending the blog with its 97th post.

Lets hope 2014 brings some moments of clarity.

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Nothing Left to Say | Staind

I am going to spend this year trying to find a path. I will paint my room red, and I will get another tattoo to mark the quest for a path. And I hope those of us who haven't been able to, will be able to. 

Lots of love. 

Shruti S.

-x-