In an effort

So I am here again to a space I had abandoned. For words had stopped. And the ones written were too personal to have been shared with anyone.

But on a vacant night, when noises from within and without do not envelop me, the urge to write for myself but yet share it gnaws at me persistently. I looked for women and their words to fill me up, but my search was unfocussed and in vain.

This is yet another attempt to define a space for me, a space where no one can know me except through what I say. Not through my gestures or my person. Leaving me with ownership and freedom of my being, my words and my message.