When I initially made myself an account on this site, I didn't know what to write. Is this blog a personal diary? Is it like the random graffiti in the tiny by-lanes of a huge city which people look and neglect, passing by? I didn't know. My first post was a detailed recitation of the heroic ways of my first boyfriend and how the drama of that era long gone can even beat the story-lines of the daily soaps we see today. So that single post (with initials used for people's names) remained on the blog for long and I told no one about it. But a sly genius who society calls the 'best friend' entered the scene and my blog.
A conversation that started with her saying, "Pooj, I blog now! You should too!", ended with her pulling out of me the fact that I do, actually, have a blog too! I adamantly refused to send her the link to it, fearing the "Oh but you're so much better without him" or "Why do you look down upon yourself so much. You're a 'Fun, Fearless Female', Pooj" talk. She knew my Twitter username (which too I choose not to disclose to friends) and tried it on Blogger.com. And voilà! Now she and her sister are the two of my three followers.
I was so embarrassed that she read what I wrote (despite the fact that I crib to her about such topics every single day of our existence) that I just HAD TO delete the post. So what came up instead was one patriotic poem and one 'pining for him' poem, both very clumsily rhymed. My bad. Well there's gotta be something up on the blog, right? But yesterday I experienced two very emotional events which I knew I would want to share with not just the two or three people I communicate with on a daily basis, but also with a larger audience. I'll talk about that in another post, though. I'm glad I finally know what to talk about here. I'll end this post here. :)
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