Because I don't write regularly.

I have no clue when I began to keep my private life away from my life in public. I began thinking about this a couple of days back, when I read Mandy's recent post where she mentioned in a supra note that hers isn't a feelings blog. Somehow I feel even I have divided my life into a thoughts blog and a feelings blog. The feelings blog, however, is locked and available only to very very few people. Anyone who reads my private blog would know the kind of emotional spill I go through on a regular basis. People who aren't invited to it and read only this would readily conclude that I hardly think, and that this blog is dying.

Maybe it is. And there is nothing much I can do about it. I refuse to wear my heart on my sleeve in public. Plus, I like being discreet, now. Also, I hardly get creative urges now-a-days. Hopefully it is just a phase.

Well, I have holidays at the moment - I like curling up on my bed in the afternoons, and reading/watching House till I fall asleep, totally disoriented. I've missed being with myself for a longtime.

Also, now-a-days I end of spending a lot of time with A. Studying, talking, eating, going to the gym , reading, discussing things I cannot with anyone else. Being as politically incorrect as I can be. I think we make a great team. I like the adrenaline rush of talking about my work on stage, though I'm terribly afraid of it at the same time.

I shall not comment about my friends and acquaintances, here in this blog. I am really close to only a handful of people and they know who they are. About the rest, I am trying not to care. Among other things, facebook has become a recent addiction. Also, House. I absolutely LOVE House. And I am really really glad that A gave me the episodes. One of my closest school friends has shifted to a college faraway and I won't be seeing her much of her for the next five years, I guess. Another gets lonelier in our city.

And, everyday I tell myself to write to them. I want to. But I'm too lazy. Often believing that it wouldn't matter if I didn't write; we'd still stick together (which we will, I am sure). I have the most believable excuse, of course. This year is going to be aload of studying. It is vast, though I don't take much of the academic attyachaar.