At last... My own new blog!

Finally! After so many attempts to try new things all my life, here I am at the brink of starting something new. Blogging.
Well its probably out of jealousy(God forgive me!) that I have found this newly found interest. You see many of my friends have their own blogs and quite good ones at that!
So much for intros, I'll post something that has influenced my life to an extent that it has changed my way of looking at myself.
If you had known me from my school days, you would have known me to be one of those lonely, fun-hating introvert guys who stick to reading books as their sole hobby. Well, maybe I was/am like that. The difference now is that I have Someone far greater than my imagination, who has filled me with something that I am going to have till I am here.
Faith. Hope. Love.
It all started with a 'Why?' It always does. And then, like that feeling when you start giving in, like that step when you start over again, like that moment when you are just waking up, it comes to you like a brand new day!
When Love enters your heart, it is the most wonderful feeling!
By love, I meant one that has existed since time immemorial, one that bestows you with a peace that surpasses all understanding, one that has the power to transform.
I know, philosophy, right in my first blog post, is not what you would like to read but,

Having said that, I will just close off with a small stanza from one of my favorite songs:

Well, today I found myself

After searching all these years

And the man that I saw

He wasn't at all who I thought he'd be

I was lost when You found me here

And I was broken beyond repair

Then You came along

And You sang Your song over me

It feels like I'm born again

It feels like I'm living

For the very first time

For the very first time in my life

Cheerio! :)

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