I don’t know whether something personal like this is a valid topic, but I have to say this somewhere.
In 2021, I seem to have found bliss. I am a wannabe writer since the past three and a half decades: and I published a collection of stories in March, so became a “published” writer of sorts. However, I felt that there was something still missing.
During this lockdown, in September, I started writing microfiction in FB – and it has taken off. Without my knowing, I am suddenly flying. I have stumbled upon my treasure.
I used to set targets and read. Review all the books I read. Write blog posts. Post in online fora like this. Well, all that’s over.
Only my bliss matters now. Au Revoir!
(PS: Also, in my other Avatar as a Process Safety Specialist, I have seriously started training and mentoring. I realise that I am giving my gift back to the society.)