I just read one of my old blogs lying in drafts. Written in 2008 when I was in my silly 20s 
Nice one, reminded me that I too was wacky at some point of time. I still am probably now am better at keep my wacky bit under wraps. That’s what growing up is all about, isn’t it?
Well I promised myself that I would blog as often as I can. So many intriguing thoughts wander around my mind every evening after office, I just let them die….I shoudn’t I know…
There could be so many readers (if at all) who could be living my life, my experiences just the way I live the life of those many bloggers I read every time I get some time for myself. You know it’s just that great feeling of …. “Ah so I am not the only one”.
Actually come to think of it none of our experiences, stories are isolated, or are one of those ‘never ever before’ incidents. All that we experience has already happened with someone else at some part of the world. I have experienced it ever since I started social networking, blogging. I have seen women going through same emotions as I do when we get into this ‘wanna be moms’ mode. The same doubt – or whatever you call it – just after marriage when you think first days of marriage means making out the entire day but what actually happens is you are making out may be once in a day and you wonder ‘is this normal?’ ‘i am the only one?’ ‘does this happen to all?’ You type in on the Google bar expecting a ‘no results found’ and bingo you get hundreds and thousands of groups asking the same question shamelessly (read openly)….Really at no point are we alone…what happens to me, I know for sure happens to millions out there whom I don’t know but am bonded by same experiences.
