Ever since Maulik has happened, this urge to record and share every feeling has deepened. The deluge of emotions has produced a new me: intense and conscientious. His hands clasping me, his naughty eyes, those first words he uttered, the little things that flush my eyes…emotions et al!!! Always loved to talk...but never appreciated many listeners. Looks like asceticism is giving way to excitement and adventure…and I am here. Love me, hate me…you cannot ignore me.