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One of those rare times that I am giving in to change.

Change feels strange. That's why the two rhyme so well.

Change does not rhyme with surviving. But change is essential to surviving.

Dreary homilies. But when you change after being a certain way since December 25, 2004, when the first Visiting Blog was mailed to a handful of people from a small cyber cafe in Santoshpur, Calcutta, you feel a tad unsettled.

But feeling unsettled can be a good thing. Shakes one up. Clears one's head. Off go the mothballs and musty ways of thinking and being.

Here's to change then. Hello, me. Hello, you.  

    

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