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For a long time, writing was straightforward: you thought, and you wrote. You read it several years later and either hated your writing with a burning passion or felt deeply in awe of the sheer magnitude of profound thought that the proclivities of your mind were capable of producing. This has been a consistent part of my lived experience.

Writing is a dying skill, both at large and for me. This blog is an attempt to preserve it, so that, ten years from now, I can look back and either say, “My writing is not meant for human eyes; I should disinfect my eyes ASAP,” or, “Who is Dostoevsky, and why does he have absolutely nothing on me?”