Its one year since I began writing online. And Its nice to see that over 1000 people have come across my blog. So I thought I would write something that would try to cover everything that I wrote in the last year, a sort of recap. I believed in stories of all sorts and I typed a poem, I am not sure I believe in now. And then had written a couple of lines by Mary Angelou. For some reason I wonder why I wrote Black American Poet below her name. I realise that I shouldn't have done that. She is whoever she is and those lines would still be beautiful to me. I also wrote a poem that has been my inspiration for more than a decade now.
Pandora's box is a true story of a friend who lived on hope. Gabrielle's Shaft today reminds me of the days that I spent at Kaps. What days they were! If I will never forget my two years at St. Josephs Pashan after leaving St. Ursula's Akurdi, I will also never forget the years 2006-2008. And a part of it was spent at Kaps. Even if the Kaps (among many others in the last two years) were the kind of people I hope I never meet again, there were a number of people like Jitu Bhai who I pray meet me again and again. I also met lovely people from the most humble backgrounds like a rickshaw wala who brought me back my purse that I had left in his rickshaw, the guy from Delhi who took the trouble to call my parents in Pune and returned me my wallet, the shop owner who called my parents to tell them that I left my cell (which incidentally cost me a lot!!) in his shop and is keeping it in his safe custody even now, until I go back to Ahmedabad next Monday.
A friend sent me a message the other day "memories play a confusing role, they make you cry remembering the good times and make you smile remembering the bad times." Cutting Chai, Missed Calls was an attempt to write about such memories.
I did attempt some serious writing with Water. Those posts labelled "the world of research" is about what I stumbled across when I was working. And Modern Ramayan I, II, and III was an attempt to write about relationships and I learnt a lot of it from people around me.
It has been an lovely journey. I began with writing as Sakshi and thanks to Nivi I am who I am now. And even though I changed the name of my blog from "Ithaca and Tales from Nowhere", to just "Tales from Nowhere" for reasons of my own, with the Changing Times, today, after almost a year, my whishlist, my prayer remains and will remain the same even on my 26th Birthday.
