Technically, this could have been my first post, yet I went with my instincts. For a person, who was in a dark cave of depression, for the last few years, with low self-esteem and confidence, when a small light of hope seeped in, in the darkest depths of my soul, I could do nothing, but to hold onto it, as if, it was the last thread of a rope, I could use, to climb out of the hidden, longest pit, inside. That thread of hope was my unfinished dream, that kept nagging me within
I was thinking about, on what my first blog post, could be... and I couldn't narrow it down on one thing... I just couldn't... for hours, I sat with that thought, but I still couldn't. Then, out of my anger on oneself, I told myself, to calm my senses and to write something, that would bring, most happiness and a sense of calmness, that nothing could bring me in. It was thinking about the place I was born... It's a city, that's fast paced like no other... and it's called, the
