The blog is still alive. Though, of late, I've been wondering why it is still alive. Given that I hardly visit it. Or any of the other blogs that I used to visit. Writing did give me clarity. Why did I stop then? Lack of time is what I tell myself. But is that really so? Isn't it true that if you really want to do something, you do it, no matter what? But me, the voracious reader, has close to ten unread books littered over the apartment now. Not to speak of the scores of reports and articles pertaining to my current line of work. Time always falls short. Always. My love for travel is now confined to my work tours. My work is guarded by confidentiality and non-disclosure agreements. I often find myself bottled up, unable to vent. Look for work-life integration, not work-life balance, I'm told. But work-life integration sort of takes you away from your friends and hobbies and family. And all that remains in your life is work. I haven't spoken to my sister in almost a month now. I keep getting news about her from my mother. My mother makes it a point to speak to me for a few minutes at least once every alternate day. She knows I keep busy. But she also needs to be satisfied that I am okay. Thank God for that! Else I'd have no phone calls except work calls. Parking all your eggs in the same basket. I need a breakthrough of sorts. Else, I'll remain perennially exhausted and unfulfilled.