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The excruciating hiatus comes to an end next week

I’ve been pseudo-guilty of failing to blog regularly for over 2 months now. Next week, the abeyance meets its procrastinated death sentence.

My Net access is still extremely limited, but I figured offline blogging isn’t as bad as it may seem prima facie. What’s lost in these 2 months of non-blogging is irreplaceable – not that I’m always to blame for it. I was travelling, meeting people, hitting a nostalgic high, putting up overnight next to the beach, pretending to meditate, learning to cook, getting acquainted with a new currency, acclimatizing to civilized traffic, reading maps, shopping, reading free offline tabloids in the absence of Internet access, negotiating with cunning people, reorienting towards my wife and listening to Classic FM on my radio. All this left little space for anything else…although, ironically, this was also the most fertile time to blog.

My posts next week will chronicle some of the events that happened in these 2 months. The week after, normal blogging will be up and running in full steam. For the rest of the current week, I intend to tweet - just to gather some momentum.

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