A pile of unsaved memories

Sigh.

When I started having opportunities to go places independently, I have committed to writing about a trip in detail not more than a month since – but recent busy-ness (and sometimes, lack of ability to overcome laze) has been making me lack integrity with such commitment. Quite an exaggeration, and I am not sure whether other travel writers could relate, but — that is breaking my heart these days.

For two reasons really – one, I write to remember; two – while I know that there are not much people who get to read what I write, but my writing about travel publicly is my simple way of sharing my stories in words and pictures to people as an unimposing buddy as they create their own.

To date though I have more than a week’s worth of uncaptured and to that, I quite feel ungrateful. (Yet, instead of working on that backlog, here I am ranting, babbling.)