After a decade I decided to resume writing, as if ages of dissonance has come to settle down in mind. It gives me the same feeling that you experiance when you visit your ancient house, a house which is an imperative story teller  of your memories. It enchants you with the vivid imagery of your past, your life, something that was once part of you and you feel like reviving it.
Things have changed I am a wife now. Some take changes quite easily, but for me it was gradually sinking in. And life continues to exist, in the same unusual way that it had been.
More dreams, more turbulence, more efforts to keep it going.