Two years ago this month, I created my very first Tumblr account. Two years ago, I created my first post and knew that this would be something extremely exciting; an adventure if you will. And now, two years later, that adventure has come to an end.

When I first started writing nearly three years ago, I was a complete and total amateur. I thought that by using large words and extremely flowery language, I would tap into that innate write hidden deep within the recesses of my soul. No, seriously; I was one of those idiots that wrote how we were pieces of art just waiting to be carved from pristine slabs of marble. The more I wrote, however,  the stronger I became, and the more I realized that that style of writing wasn’t necessarily the best, nor the way I wanted to write. After several tumultuous months, I decided that it was time for a change, and left my deviantART account and started my search for something better.

This is when I discovered Tumblr. In an attempt to move myself away from the fluff pieces that I had spent a year writing, I began writing short stories. At first, they were light, dealing with very simple themes, however, over time they grew to talk about the ideas of life, love and adventure. To make them seem more real, relatable and life-like, I started to add bits and pieces of my life into them, and over time my writing grew stronger, and all of you gave me the encouragement I needed to keep going.

While I was focusing on this, I created several other extremely short lived blogs on music, writing, my thoughts and ideas, as well as the saga of The Empty Astronaut, my biggest departure from anything I had done to date. However, the one constant in my life over the last two years as I used and dropped several online accounts, created and lost friendships, was this; 1 0 0 0 s t o r i e s.

The one hope I always held was to touch my readers in some way or another; to make them think and react in a very visceral and emotional manner, and that will continue to be one of the driving forces in the way I write, and what I choose to write about. But, like any good story, there comes a time when the final chapter must be written, an the book closed, only to be picked up at a later time, with a different mindset and read again. Only this time, I won’t be the one picking it up again. My hope is that one day you come back to this with a fresh mind, and gain something new from it that you did not previously. If I have been able to do that for you, then as a writer, I have succeeded.

To those of you that have stuck by my every step of the way, I thank you. If not for you kind words and insanely high levels of praise for me, I would not have made it this far. It’s time for me to once again close one chapter of my life, and start anew. To those who have just started following me for whatever reason you have, do not fret; there are plenty of other ways to do so elsewhere.

Starting over is absolutely terrifying; it’s a complete departure from what is known and comfortable, but it’s all a part of the greatest adventure of all - life. So as one chapter closes, another one opens. 

Until then, this is Tapas Easwar, signing off for the last time.

Cheers.