Once again...

Almost a month has gone by and everything looks or rather seems so distant.Not literally though - but as a figurative, almost everything. May be I am not connected or deeply attached like I used to be. My mum tells me I have changed. Don't we all? Metamorphosis is something that is a part of us whether we like it or not; whether we ignore it or not. There are a very few people in my life who have remained constant till now and I dread to think of what life would be without them. I am way too dependent on them and there is no other way to be.

My sex-life has taken a back seat all of a sudden [Well no puns intended here!] and I do not miss it the way I thought I would. Read about 9 books the past and it feels nice. Drifting from sex to reading to wondering to being non-chalant about statements or to how people really are. Hollow sometimes.