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Trying to re-boot

This space is becoming a forgotten place. Like an old garden that is dying for want of a gardener and happy people loitering around. Every now and then I try to revive what was once my favourite hobby. Either, I'm running out of sufficient water to keep the space from drying or I've lost the interest. Both seem like a probable reason to me.

Today, after a long time, I opened my blogger dashboard; found some familiar blogs with fresh posts; ran down the nostalgic lane when one person's post for the day would provide fodder for someone else's post and we would happily greet one another, hopping in and out of each other's spaces.

Somewhere, I strayed away to explore newer zones and found myself misplaced amongst a crowd that is far more energetic and brimming with ideas.

I preferred the lazy times where a lot more personal snippets (giving a glimpse of each other's lives and personalities) were shared at a leisurely pace and we got ample time to socialize within the community. I'm not saying such an environment is no longer available. Just that I got suddenly surrounded by an urgent need to live up to a certain image/brand/whatever-you-call-it, either self-created or accidentally designed. I tried to keep pace, but soon lost steam and got left behind.

I'm trying to find my original pace and groove while keeping my eyes open to spotting familiar faces who might also remember me and want to give me company again.

Hoping to revive this space once again and this time for a longer run.


  1. All the best and Good to see you post :)


    1. Thanks a lottt, Bikram. And, good to see you too :-)

  2. good to see you post after a while...

    1. Thanks Shubha. Hoping to be regular :-)

  3. And we are waiting to hear from you, Uma. I was wondering what happened to you. Do write and blog in your own pace, don't just let this be a forgotten place! :)

    1. Thanks Vinitha. Good to know I was missed. Will try to write more often :-)

  4. We all seem to be having the same problem :) But good to see you again :)

    1. True, Aparna. I was glad to see your updates too. And, thanks :-)

  5. I have been stuck by the dreaded block too. But do come back and write when you are ready :)

    1. Initially it seems like a block, Aathira, but I realized if left unattended for too long, it becomes a habit to not write. So, you too come back if you haven't already :-)

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    1. Hey Divya, good to see familiar faces waving back. You too have been missing from the blogs, right?

  7. So nice to see you back again..Uma.....keep writing:)

  8. Uma, at least you are back! look at me one year plus no blogging, still going strong! :( but i will be here soon too, hopefully


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