I still remember that day! I sat in my post graduation
classroom thinking “What should I name my blog?” Finally, the village aspect in
me framed this name. Even when my dad says I am not a girl any more, I love to
be addressed like that.
It has been four years since I started scribbling here. I am
amused by the fact that I survived this many years here. My life revolved
around this site once. I’d get excited when I find an increase in the number of
followers or a rise in comments for a particular post. I learned the techniques
to direct writers whose sites I visit and comment to my blog. I took pride in
that.
Slowly I understood that it is the emotional aspect that
would drive a blog. Your letters must dance with joy even if you are crying.
Words should emit confidence when you are actually depressed. Realities covered
with a flavor of imagination define the art of writing.
I must admit I am not as sincere as I used to be once in
blogging. I had a stage where I stopped writing for many months. Sometimes, I
feel today I blog for namesake. I have no answer of you ask how I am planning
to develop my blog.
Life has become a puzzle and I find it hard to solve. When
there are too many to laugh at you and your dear ones are bothered about it
more than yourselves, days become tough. I need a hope and a smile. My thoughts
have become dry suddenly.
I feel I am in a desert where I’d here many people’s voices
but can’t see anyone near me. This was not the way I have imagined to celebrate
my blog’s fourth birthday. My sad
thoughts have spoiled this post.
Coming to a few good points, I thank my friends who stood
with me in blog’s bad times. I am grateful to my followers for not leaving this
site when I said I won’t write anymore. Finally a token of love to my dearest
friends Anees, Meenakshi, Navin, Vipindas, blogger Anjali and Malabaris
Facebook group for your care!
