RUSTED TO THE CORE
I am wondering, why I have been so lazy in keeping up with my favorite past time of writing and why I have unceremoniously ignored my brain child, my inception, conceptualization of my ideas, my affiche - Joe Speak. I don't have an answer, apart to say that the past couple of months has been quite eventful, rather tumultuous, a roller-coaster ride with many ups and downs - more of ups than downs, and the most precious commodity of all - time, was the crucial parameter missing from the daily ingredient of the life elixir I was drinking and living. The rust of laziness has eaten into the once shining bronze, but the conscious efforts that I am making now to do away with the rust, I hope, will make its mark, and the bronze that was an architectural and literary splendor will regain its lost glory, for ever to be marveled.