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A Change

I'm awfully guilty of missing out on good reads for the past few years. Blogging is good, but only when it plays second fiddle to quality reading. Starting now, there'll be a drastic reduction in the number of posts I churn. I intend to spend the time saved in reading more often.

I'm sorry if this disappoints my few but valued readers. Believe me, the void inside my head was beginning to show.

Comments

Anonymous said…
as long as ur able 2 keep ur blog alive , as long as ur able 2 keep ur blog alive..
Deepanjan said…
My blog will remain alive as long as I'm alive!
Anonymous said…
is dere holiday 4 working people tommorrow 4 festival ? , blogs cn go dead
even if person is alive , if 4 some reason he does not feel like blogging ,
anyway u do hv a blog beat .

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