Back from the Dead

Have started to write again in the midst of loads of work: submissions still left, visit home is a long way away, unnecessary trips here and there are also becoming essential to undertake; wonder why I have decided to restart after such a long hiatus; I guess the fundamental purpose of this exercise is to understand myself, and I figure the writing of this blog just draws focus towards one aspect of mine: I am restless; in fact, excessively so. I always live in the other world, thinking myself to be happier when I imagine myself doing something else. Even being at home makes me wistful of being in someone's company. I figure that's the only one thing I never get tired of and wish I was never out of: being in the company of the Woman I love. I have a lot to speak on that as well, there is so much inside, it just yearns to come out. As I can see from my own writings, my mind has not remained focused enough to even outline the issues I had wished to address. So I reckon I can safely conclude in this process of self-discovery that (i) I am restless. Also brought out by the fact that I incessantly shake my leg, irrespective of time or state: guess that's corroborative evidence. I also realize that it's time I tore myself away from all this, and got back to work (restlessness striking again?); I plan for certain to write soon, very soon, on either Her, or on what I can do to change the restlessness that is innate in me. Let's see what I chose to handle.