After a gap of years, I’ve managed to gain the wisdom to write again.

Some of you who know me from my past writing life may have received links to my ghastly written work of thoughts and poems. Notwithstanding the self-criticism, some of the things that I wrote were really top notch and brought me joy.

Memories are like fading salt in a glass of water; once stirred, they disappear, but what is life without a salty flavor?

Get it?

No wonder I am left with a handful of readers who can barely control their salty tears reading my sad attempts at being a charming and witty writer.

My family is encouraging though. While my brother appreciates the shallow depths of my creative brain, my wife is too tired to confront my talent(lessness). Mom and Dad are spared from my poor English grammar, but they still have to endure the sentiments of my native tongue. Moving from Premchand to my pathetic little blog must have been terrifying. God help them!

Never mind, I should give it another attempt, truth be told. The world needs bad writers to appreciate good ones, I say. And the art could use some help before writers’ bread and butter gets taken over by AI.

But let’s not underestimate me. I am good at a lot of skills that I might actually surprise you.

One of them is writing!