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Post # 41

This is the first title which I could think of right now, when I am back to writing after exactly 2 years. My friends and well wishers and now my wife, all have been asking me to carry on with this amazing hobby of blogging.

The only plea which I had was how busy I was and hence I couldn't carry on with this hobby. But again, aren't we all busy? We still have to pursue what interests us.

So here I am, back with a new post.

In the past 2 years, things have changed drastically. I have lost count of how many awesome things have happened with me e.g. getting married, driving my own car. Though not to forget some not so good things e.g. losing both grand parents.

Life moves on.

We are very hopeful creatures.

If required, we cling on to the leanest thread of hope and then pursue whatever we want to.

I am so lucky to have my family and friends who care for me at each step in life.

So lets start.

This is me getting hopeful. :)

Andy Dufresne:
 
[in a letter] Dear Red, If you're reading this, you've gotten out. And if you've come this far, maybe you're willing to come a little further. You remember the name of the town, don't you? I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels. I'll keep an eye out for you and the chessboard ready. Remember, Red. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend, Andy.

Ellis Boyd 'Red' Redding:
 
I find I'm so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it is the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.

from - The Shawshank Redemption (1994)

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