I begin

The old man, impeccably dressed, leather briefcase, a convenient pause in the middle of heavy Roman traffic. Collecting himself before he strides off again at 'go', for the umpteenth time.

I have started and left behind many blogs which I occasionally revisit to reminisce. Each past blogpost a crystallized moment, kind of like a photograph.

I do not pretend to be a photo pro or an avid amateur. My blogposts shall stand merely as still points in the moving traffic of the world, a chance to catch my breath and collect myself. Much like that old man, whose gait suggested he had been taking the same route to work everyday, oblivious of the 2 tourists behind him, intent on his simple path, comfortable with himself.