I am writing today

It's pleasant to be writing today. Three months have elapsed since this blog has been scripted upon.
When I first started blogging, I was among the first to do so among those known.
Now, blogging is fashion. And I am a guest.
It was painful shutting down The Rith. The blog, started on my maiden trip to Delhi (2004), saw my intermittent participation.
In a bid to revamp my fledgling efforts at building a formidable, online identity, I inaugurated this blog in 2007.
The intent was to represent a turbulent flow of emotions within me and to capture, in words mostly, my awed perceptions of Calcutta, the city I never managed to fall in love with, despite courageous attempts.
That I am here, training to be a writer (with mechanical qualities, nonetheless), has not, it seems, spurred me to write, or even jot down, what I could.
My "blogger" friends have surpassed me in discipline and productivity.
I write more for pleasure. But when writing does not cheer me up, I do not write.
Never did. Neither will.
See you soon.