Welcome to The Era I Lived In.
I know the name I selected for my blog, The Era I Lived In sounds as if I am a historian about to narrate my life history or my perception of the world. As realization is gradually sinking in, I am already feeling very old with the load of the decades I have behind me hurting my incapable shoulders.
Let me end your doubts and share with you, my real thoughts behind starting this weblog. I wanted to start a diary that’ll register my life as it is in reality. No editing, no worries of being judged and yes no hassles of being read by unwanted people around me. At first, I decided to go for real diary writing. But all the aforementioned concerns of mine weren’t safe within the confines of a handwritten notebook, so I decided on writing it out on a blog.
I know, you are wondering if I am so concerned about my privacy, why would I share my feelings on a global platform? Well, the answer is, I want to share my true feelings with the people who are ready to be a part of my life without trying to judge me as would the people who know me personally.
I started this blog to voice my deepest secrets. Bring to surface my fears safely kept hidden in the closets of my mind. To be able to get a deeper insight of my undiscovered potentials and know myself better with each post I write.
I do not wish to curb my true emotions from being registered in ink just for the fear of the people who hold no true relevance in my life. So in this space, you’ll get to read everything that has happened in the life of a lady who has started getting her first gray hair very recently but wishes to capture every moment of her life from here on. I am someone who is trying to create an autobiography that I’ll love reading once I am old, wanting to re-live the life I once lived.
I am someone who is trying to create an autobiography that I’ll love reading once I am old, wanting to re-live the life I once lived.
If you love knowing all about my ordinary existence that’s forever striving to add that little -extra, get a sneak peek into my cooking adventures, the books I’ve been reading, my journey of being an imperfect, single parent, savoring my life’s tidbits every now and then. Someday everything will make perfect sense. So, for now, I aim to laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears and keep reminding myself that everything happens for a reason.
I’m confident, someday everything will make perfect sense. So, for now, I aim to laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears and keep reminding myself that everything happens for a reason.
So, for now, I aim to laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears and keep reminding myself that everything happens for a reason.
If you’re curious, why I blog about my personal life, here’s the answer.
Experience is not what happened to you; it is what you do with what happens to you ~ Aldous Huxley
If you are new here, please start reading from this post: Don’t mistake my silence for my weakness
The song on my mind: Jeena yahan marna yahan ~ Mera Naam Joker