The Ether Can Bring People Together

When I first started writing a blog a little over 19 months ago, I honestly thought it'd just replace my diary. It'd be my personal space, and in this almost infinite universe of the Internet, I'd have the irony of anonyomity in a very public forum.

I never advertised it, never told anyone where my blog was located, because what I wrote was (and is) what I felt and it reflected my private tribulations.

Then I told a few friends. Some came and read never to return, some never bothered, some left comments and some like Irf have continued to be loyal. I don't know why. I'm afraid to ask.

Of course as a writer you always want some vindication of your art and talent (at least what one imperiously assumes). Then some more came by accident and one such fellow blogger became a friend. That friendship is no longer a friendship because of various reasons. I swore to be off the blog. I got back after a mini sabbatical. I accidentally deleted my blog for which I unashamedly profess great love however self-centred that may be, and great attachment. I retrieved my posts. I'm rebuilding idiosyncrazies.

And today, the blog was again the cause for bonding. She's a fellow blogger too. Maybe she felt sorry for me. Maybe she felt she owed me one as I leave comments on her infrequent posts. Maybe it was just plain curiosity. I don't know. I wrote to her. She wrote back. And we made a connection.

Not so strange am sure. But one is always wary of strangers. But then one needs to be wary of friends too isn't it? For, can one be sure of anyone or anything anywhere any more?

The ether is the carpet and all of us are the warps and the wefts that comprise the design. It's upto each of us to decide if the design is going to be enriching and vibrant or staid and morose.

Let's all turn designer shall we and create. Create bonds.