Yes, it was in July ’25 that I posted something. Whatever months later, I still don’t know what to write here, and why have I kept this blog alive, except for sentimental value.
I keep peeping here reading my previous posts. How did I write what I wrote. Why can’t I produce something now. May be social media has overpowered my thought process. That’s an excuse though. I sit in my incompetence and wallow.
How does incompetence feel like, no one may know more than me. To swallow pride and exist. I am rusted, that is beyond doubt. Hope I don’t stay in this phase forever. Imagine, that’s what it has come to.