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#50: RS is back

Around 5 Years... More than 1600 days... And you know the next lines are for hours and then minutes and then seconds and... There you go. Coming directly to the point is I Am Back...! If I can feel that so can an avid reader of RS too for sure. Feeling like Arnold Schwarzenegger. No, I didn't mean aged. He was used to say I'll be back. So... Let it be. Post no 50. It takes years to reach even a half century. This shows the dedication given in every article and post. Or actually it shows how difficult it actually is when you give up on something. And then you've to start it again from the point you left it. With the same energy, torque, graph and madness. Well, for first three, you need to work. Last one is genetic.

So with that last attribute, let's begin the journey once again. I have no clue where it will be heading. All I know is it has started again. And all you have to suffer again. ( I meant for Journey - safar). Cool. So stay detuned for next updates. As this one is the first step of second inning and no matter how small first step is, you should just make it. So I'm keeping it small but firm. As always, keep reading yours favourite Random Strokes. Love - DJ.

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