Absence. Isolation. Suicide.
Not going to lie, I've stared at this empty page many-a-times thinking of a fresh start. But it always felt like looking backwards - and that's one thing I wouldn't want to do. Wow, and there it is - I wrote something - and now its in ink. It's been so long since anything appeared on this space, that I felt like the person who wrote all those things before is not going to write anything else. He's done. I'm the new guy and I don't care if you're actually interested in reading what I have to say. If I have to say. Lately, I'm quite stuck pondering over Sushant Singh Rajput's suicide. When it comes to his death, I don't want to point fingers. Why do we have this strange urge to always point fingers when shit happens? Whatever that shit is, people, media, relatives - everyone - just want to know who to go beat up, who to sue and who to vent their frustrations at. I don't understand this logic. When Ma died 2 years ago (yes, that happened) a