Years ago, talking about poetry, a friend had said, how can I read my own writing so passionately when he couldn't read his own? And I replied - may be because I write well! Well, that was a reply in light humor and although I was not sure back then, I think I can say that now.
3 years and 131 posts later, my blog is full of things I have no recollection of (at least till I read that again). It has become sort of a diary of my life - full of memorable and forgotten chapters. And these days, one of my favorite pastimes is to surf through my blog randomly. And frankly, I shall not be blamed for stepping another step of narcissism. I tried reading random blogs and pages but they were not at all about my life and times.
Here are some of my favorite posts, which I read time and again and always like them... I must have missed some good ones and might be, some not-so-good ones are listed up here but then, I am always an epsilon to perfect ;)