It's such a depressing thought. There was a time when I used to enjoy writing. It used to be such a pleasurable hobby, even if the only person who read it was me. I was just going through my older posts, and realized that my favourite pieces had been written way back in time. And April 2009 was possibly the funnest month of writing for me. Now I cannot even imagine writing something like "The Great Camel Heist". Now I am not claiming it was a masterpiece or something, but the fact is that I truly enjoyed writing that piece and re reading those posts brought back some good memories.
Ah, babies are such a brain drain...I remember Sir Siddiqi said to us girls on the first day at university not to let our brains go down the kitchen drains, but I am afraid that's exactly where mine are going these days, assuming I still have any left. Heck I don't even get to do any translations. Maybe I should seriously pursue my dream of translating some classic literature at least. There are so many nice stories and books that I dream of translating. *sighs*