well, I'm back to writing. The main block to blogging was a feeling that I have needlessly talked a lot about myself. A wretched feeling of despair followed from the knowledge that i don't access the world in its "strange" orientations and am out of the tracks of its race.

In other words I could not find myself interested in the interests of many a women and men around. Then I paused, lend myself to the world of children, had a baby of my womb. That was fascinating and rewarding as far as depth of love is concerned. what about its breadth?

Life is not one dimensional. Why did all those passionate hearts always talk of depth? I now want to explore the other dimensions as well. But the brainstructure was so alligned that i could not be anything other than the rebel of dominant standards. I dint have any clue to reach the larger world and learn to be interested in the ways of the normal. All my creative energy was spend in being abnormal and asserting that the normal is boring;..

Now all of a sudden a revelation came. I got connected to the "normal" society through a tide of love, In my way inward i have learned to love those people whom my beloveds love. In that case definitely there is a way to be interested in the stuffs that they are interested in. HA! I got the link, the password to read the surface lines, to watch the mad games..to wage a hardcore battle. I'm in love. To the love the world of adults you have to be in love with the adults.