THREE CHEERS TO THE ONE THAT SURVIVED

So this year will mark the two-year anniversary of my almost dying blog. At a time when we think about survival I thought it was not right to send this dear one to the deathbed. It had seen a year of activity followed by a year of inactivity. That is not good for something, which was your source of joy when it was difficult to move ahead at certain times. The lockdown has led me to look back or to fix the iteration– lookdown – at different things that made you who you are. I lookdown and see how I have changed over the year. Just a year– a gap of 12 months! You meet people, learn unlearn and solve the big jigsaw life is.

A year back, this blog was the greatest thing in my life. It was the story I felt worthy of being shared though I told different stories collected over the years through this.  It might seem simple but was a big step of courage – I wanted it. Be read but not read. I wanted to write but a strong dam I had built never let the words out. I hadn’t read the classics nor was a Potterhead; I haven’t been the fantasy person so what could I possibly write. So I had my reasons in place to not write but the tiny tales collected over the years seemed not too tiny anymore. When those grew bigger than the reasons, it happened.

It was a moment of spontaneous act – a grief stricken one – a romcom like The Intern and the meager available technical skills you have to start something like a blog. It was huge. I hadn’t travelled ahead of time. Time had moved past blogs and was moving swift between the Instagram pages of poetry and writing already. I was never up for what was in trend. So it happened all in a day. From the first and most mature to the later string of amateur posts that would follow.

Nostalgia, what drove me and I what never let go of, might seem irrelevant. It became the drug, memories – transformed to stories. Stories with a perspective and without it, and poems on lazy days. With no job and lot of time in hand putting in perspectives to the many memories wasn’t hard.  But with a full time job and no time in hand perspectives were pushed aside to learning the nuances of a job and place I was getting accustomed to.

On the brighter side, it was a year of adding to the declining number of stories in hand. Cheers to the many stories – stories that came to me, the people I met along who chipped in their share of stories, the experiences that has become stories in itself and the evolution that I witnessed over the year – waiting to be told. This lockdown hasn’t locked me down or my thoughts instead I am trying to unlock them in the days to come.

Happy Bloggiversary to the one that has survived. Deep contemplation has never been the thing here. It is always spontaneous and random at action which may or may not leave a deeper impact.