A part of what I write today may not remain true tomorrow.

For me that is.

Even then I write.

Because writing, like any other art, is an unrestricted expression of the soul more than anything else.

There is value in having a way for such unrestricted expression in life.

Through this, we evolve and get to know ourselves, peeling the layers that we are made of.

And it may not be a total waste after all.

Because someone who is on the same journey as I am may find value in it because they are at the same place now where I was once.