Now I am seated to the sofa wherein my firsts blog posts way back in 2008 were written. Everything seems to be the same - the comfort of the six foot length sofa still makes me feel slumberous. The cushioning didn’t change, only the cover that makes it to look more elegant. The scent of the place is sweeter combined with the soft calming aroma of camomile, it is maybe due to my new niece whose days are transpired in this little world of comfort. And this place makes me to write despite of the tug of my body to sleepiness. Nothing has changed, even my feelings. I’m still fighting for my same old battle.