Hey guys, I am sorry, I just disappeared for more than a year; but I had my reasons.

The love of my life died last year, he had cancer. We were trying all sorts of treatments and they were working, but one day, suddenly it relapsed. They couldn't save him; he died a week before his birthday. I had no inspiration. I tried, I really did but I couldn't bring myself to write anything. I thought maybe reading will help me to get over everything, but nothing worked. I was so busy commiserating over him that i didn't realise that I have a long life to live.

Yeaterday was his death anniversary, I went to see his parents; they smiled at me, they are trying to be happy, they are continuing their life after the death of their one and only son. They took me to his room and left. It was my first time in his room without him. Nothing has changed; the wardrobe, full of his clothes is still there, all the pictures are still hanging in the walls of his room, his diary is still in his bedside table. I read his diary, it was my first time reading his diary. He has written his bucket list. He wanted to go skydiving with me, he wanted to take a solo trip to thailand, he wanted to do his MBA from USA, he wanted to take me to Andeman and Nicobar islands for my birthday and many more but one thing got me. He wanted to read my published work. When he was still alive, he would ask me to improve, he would keep on nagging about how I don't pay enought attention to my writing skills. Y