Whatever teeny tiny little thoughts or creativity or motivation is left in me is being brutally murdered by my work life. I have no good time for myself or my blog. All those innocent, dying, sulking drafts in my inbox may never see the day light. Days may pass on, again, without a single thought shared with anyone. If you like my blog a bit, please hope that my work life gets better and I can come back and blog. If you don’t like my blog, even then, please hope the same; I promise, I wont post any more boring stuff about anything.