I’ve not been writing much. I’ve not been reading much. I’ve not even been pitching much. If it’s worth it though, I’ve been thinking a bit. And that should count for something. Last few days have been kind of a whirlwind. The virus is back with a vengeance, just like all our celebrations till early December. Not that we all need anymore time to sit back and reflect, but there’s a needle here that needs to be threaded.

While the new variant has seemingly sent me spiralling (I’ve lost count of my panic cries this year) and derailed some outwardly solidly laid out plans for the very very near future, but it has also given some much needed respite from obligations, appearances and commitments, so to say.

I would be remiss to say that this is a golden opportunity to do some much needed thinking, but I’m really desperately looking for a silver lining. I’ve had the time to think, to be, to just pause once again. And for that I am kind of grateful. As life had started to rally on, full throttle, reading, social things, outings, travels, etc., had threatened to overtake the much earned lull that had largely prevailed over my last almost 24 months.