I was walking on a bridge over a river when I saw two lonely and tired boats in the river by the river bank resting side by side. They seemed like they'd given everything they had worn out but still holding on, half-drawn yet alive. I didn't have my camera …

Once there was a blog. Jooti was the name. There are still people who remember me by the name. But there are not so many of these lovely people who call me by that name anymore. It should be changed. It have been a long while since last time when …