Oh. Its so disturbing to realize how subtlety your blogs are the mirror of your life.
I have five of them. I often create one and attempt to go on but fail, and fail terribly. I delete it. There is only one where I can go and cry if I have to. To whom I can tell my inner most dilemma and fears. But it has no constant reader. People come and stop by as if charmed by its snowy tops and deathlike beauty but they are afraid , perhaps, to stay for long, they pass by, perhaps adoring or just shrugging off. People who stop by are mostly of forgetful nature but the blog is not forgetful, not so much, it contains their aroma in little boxes. And the other blogs, well, they don't matter much, they are overlooked often. But it would be pain to delete them. They are there and the blogger is grateful for it, for they satisfy some urge of her, something of her Being. For her main blog, once in the beginning, she began a story , however changing amusingly during the periods, it sympathetically ended. Intervals and Interruptions were regular but gradually there began another story , story of herself, she thought it was better to throw light on Full of her than Fragments. Ah ! I am still amazed at this discovery. I can't help but to break out like this ...
Yes... yes... I say it so fervently, my blog is just the mirror of my life. I am unreasonable so my blog is. I am unorganized and so my blog is. I am unpredictable and so you see the blog. I am quite hysterical at times , don't you trace this in my blog? Below , those two lines wouldn't suffice my emotions on this discovery, and so I didn't hesitate to show - what I am. Would anyone care about the blog and me and my expressiveness after hundred and hundreds of years from now? No. And this give me a push, to be myself. :)
To the stranger who bumped at my blog,
If after reading this hysterical post, you happen to find it true in the light of your blog and life, pray, do express the wonder, I would be so glad to know. :)
Ah ! yesterday I watched Closer. And this address to stranger comes from there. I just can't help tracing my unconscious, symbols and parallels. I am so curse-ly gifted. :P
P.S - As I have terribly killed my wee hours of studies, I must go religiously with the rest of the schedule. However , with the exception of , stealing two hours to watch another movie - I guess it should be - Spring, Summer, Fall...Spring.
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