Saturday, May 19, 2007

Again...

For some reason, since this morning I find myself hearing refrains of "Dogs" (Floyd) with particular reminiscences of "...who was only a stranger at home...". And that's why I decided to visit this foster home of mine again this afternoon. Yes it's my blog I am talking about. It has started resembling one of those half-constructed, iron-rods protruding one storeyed buildings on a hot June afternoon somewhere in a village in Bihar. Basically, you wouldn't really stop by at such a place for a cool refreshing drink. I know it's been abandoned for a while now.
But things will change. Back to what they were. When somebody would pull over onto the drive-way and actually order a ginger ale at times.

I am using this a convincing ploy. They say what you write, gets etched forever. Somewhere in the digital sandbox perhaps I am drawing something. And hoping it will stay. And surive. And help me survive...

1 comment:

Pushkar said...

See - time is limited - so u can only spend it on so many things. Given your loss to the dark side, low attention to blog is only an expected outcome