Sometime, long ago, there was a girl. She was full of joy, excitement, and wonder. She lived in the busy, humid, bustling city of Mumbai. It was close, crowded, and not very comfortable. But it was a life full of energy, of teenage dreams, piles of read and re-read books, and of long train journeys along the spine of the city, feeling its pulse every hour, every waking moment.
This is a picture of that girl.
And with it, a promise to myself that I will post more often, just like she did!
PS: Sorry for the weird split personality in the prose. For the uninitiated, I'm currently MIA, yearning to blog more, and fighting the inner boggarts and warewolves of my mind.