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!
