“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamouring to become visible.”
My dear readers, we have been together these past years. I have known the unwavering love of some of you who have stood by me through the thick and thin of my muse. And I like to think I have humoured you on matters and moments more than few.
I have also known the ire of many miffed visitors, for not playing a note this way or that way. I am afraid I have known the spite too of those who failed. But allow me to assure you, I have served anything but sapless wine. Indeed, that is why you are reading these lines.
The time has come when I wound my strings more and more to the tune of Breeze on the Grass, my incomplete book. There is no way I can live without One Grain Amongst the Storm, my blog, but yes, I may be seen less often around these dunes.
Lest you get me wrong, it is more of an announcement than a farewell. And I take pride in declaring that neither would have been possible without your love and support.
For those of you who have liked any of my tales, it is my prayer that you read the others on the shelf. I promise they don’t come with an expiry date, nor do they become stale.