Blog Tense

I miss my blog friends. I miss the blogging world. I miss those nooks and crannies of the internet where lonely souls found each other, away from the prying eyes of the flamboyant citizens of facebook. I miss chancing upon inspired writing, encompassing emotions, and life caught in crisp phrases. I miss the windows into the spirits of poets and philosophers who had become friends without ever setting eyes on each other. I miss going back to a post and finding comments, a coming-together in tiny digital scraps. It was an exciting treasure hunt, almost like a game of tag. I miss discovering new blogs through theirs, like meeting friends of friends. I miss how their creativity fueled mine, how their writing gave me a diverse palette and showed me that beauty has many forms and there are many techniques to express it. I miss how we became better together. I didn’t know then that we needed each other.

Now about a decade has passed. We all have become embers, trying here and there to take a breath before fading again. We revisit the old nooks and crannies, trying to dust off the cobwebs. We find unseen comments posted ages ago. We try to reach out, and miss each other by years. Building a life gets in the way.

I wish I could live life again, instead of just building it. I wish I could get to know them again and find comfort in each other’s experiences. So what if whatever we churn out is crap. Creating is a gift unto itself. I wish we would come back together and start weaving stories again. There is no us without even one.

I miss my blog friends.

चमन में इख़्तिलात-ए-रंग-ओ-बू से बात बनती है

हम ही हम हैं तो क्या हम हैं तुम ही तुम हो तो क्या तुम हो

- Aziz Nabeel