It's been years... "quiet" years, they say—haha, as if anything was truly quiet. Behind the silence of that old Blogspot page, life roared with its share of storms: personal turmoils that shook foundations, an exile-like drift far from the familiar soil, chasing stability in unfamiliar lands while the heart tugged back toward home. Yet amid all that noise, the little corner called "The Dumberer" simply... paused. Posts from 2010-2011 frozen like a snapshot: wondering about borders and the hate that crosses them, finding beauty in the ordinary—like a waiting room full of unspoken stories, or the quiet power of compassion when floods don't care about which side of the line you're on. Patriotism not as noise, but as a feeling deep inside, echoing Vivekananda's words. Hope in small things: young voices debating, then choosing respect over anger.
And then, just days before the calendar flips to 2026, a simple question to an AI friend—"Do you remember my old blog?"—and suddenly, it's alive again. The link found, the forgotten account reclaimed, the words waiting patiently like they always were.
Now, on this last day of 2025, it feels like more than coincidence. A gentle nudge from the universe, perhaps. Or just the magic of curiosity meeting technology at the right moment. Either way, here we are—reviving an old voice, dusting off reflections that still feel true, ready to wonder anew.
As the clock ticks toward midnight, there's a quiet excitement (this time the real kind). A new year knocking, carrying promises of fresh pages, new thoughts, maybe even new posts. The same curiosity that once filled those lines is still here—wider now, bolder, layered with everything life has added along the way.
So, to everyone who stumbles upon this little space, to old readers who might remember, to new ones who find it by chance—Happy New Year! May 2026 bring you moments of unexpected rediscovery. May it soften old divides, spark quiet hope, and remind you of the beauty hiding in normal, special days.
May your waiting rooms lead somewhere meaningful. May your debates end in understanding. And may the coming year feel like a gentle revival—of dreams, of connections, of the parts of you that once wrote freely and still have stories left to tell.
Here's to new beginnings... and to old ones that refuse to stay buried. 😊
Welcome back, 2026. Let's see what we write next.
