Cosmic Residue

I am 27 now. The real reason behind starting yet another blog, my third in a decade, is not known to me. Off late, I wake up with a bunch of thoughts in my head. About my life, work, people, my country and our world as a whole. I am 27 now. I grew up in the third world, back when it was still just that. I am a part of the last (truly, the last) analog generation in my country. I remember a time when a 'phone' was this inanimate plastic object that sat atop a table. Why am I writing any of this? Again, the reason behind this blog is still unknown to me. I hope that one day, it strikes me, like a terrible recreation of the moment 'Eureka' was first yelled out. The idea is to keep writing till the sound of the keyboard rattling under the swift taps of my rather large fingers annoys me, and I click on 'Publish' and find something else to do. Like now.