“I am fed up of professional writing which is bound by genres. I want to write for myself now, whatever I feel like…on marketing, movies, love, sex, people, places, anything and everything that touches my heart,” I said to my friend as we walked by the highway, on this cool winter evening, “I want a name that suggests how personal this blog is to me.”
“What is the most personal belonging of yours?”
“Dunno. May be, my diary?!”
“Too cliché. Something else?”
“Cool. Name it, ‘A Philosopher’s Underwear’.”
The stupid name somehow made perfect sense.
We laughed. Hugged. And here is this blog…