The Moonstruck Columns

Greetings and Salutations

So, here I’m back again! It’s been a while since I last wrote anything particularly. Six months to be fairly accurate. It’s been quite a six months, you should know. Some of it was quite happening while some of it was excruciatingly dull. Oh, and in case you are wondering, I have eventually grown out and shed ‘Dreams of Paper Leaves’, my old writing space.

As I started hunting for a new name for my new writing space with my good old sawed-on shotgun, I delved deeper into a mystical forest and as I was half lost, I realised that it was absolutely pointless and that I liked columns! Those long round (or square) things shooting up at the sky falling short of the moon by a mere few inches. And then it struck me.

Besides, I have always enjoyed the feeling when I used to pretend to be a columnist for New Yorker magazine in my idler days. It had a nice ring to it. I didn’t make it to the New Yorker, yet, but its close. That’s one strike in my bucket list.

Since I moved here, I packed a few things from my old place. One, my beloved typewriter which you can clearly see at the top of every page and two, the things I wrote sitting on that old animated typewriter for hours. Precious possessions, don’t you think?

The Internet has sure made things easy. There’s a lot of space lying around. You don’t have to think much when you move. And especially for writers and readers alike. Now we can read as many stuff having no clue whatsoever what we are reading and what we love to read. We just read. Let’s drink to that!

But you know – whatever works! That’s the best way to go about life, incidentally. And writing is just another occupation. In fact, I have had a blog since ancient times when men were yet to discover that they didn’t like being naked in public. And if I wrote a page every day, I would’ve left the rocketships behind (and would be a few million years old). But I guess, a gentleman called Mr. Science was involved in the most covered up conspiracy of all time along with his most powerful discovery yet – Mr. Time, who they are convinced is another dimension entirely.

Mr. Time has never been on my side, although he has proven himself that he is capable of being in multiple places and several people’s sides at the same time and he has conveniently avoided me in the past six years and kept me from being quantitatively productive. But I have caught him in his trick and I am catching up to him.

Anyway, I just wanted to get over with all the accusations first. Now that this is out of the way, I find it of immense pleasure to tell you that this time I just might be regular with my writing; but I will leave you scratching your head in bewilderment. But perhaps more of it on the next columns. Since I am running out of time for this one.


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