So, I went visiting yesterday, to all my favorite places and places that have been temporarily shut down, much like mine own, which have been prey to the predators called careers and fast life. To me blogs are places, homes for your thoughts and sterling personality that often gets neglected or unnoticed in day-to-day busy lives.
And as I was blog-hopping I was nostalgic about my own blog and its erstwhile popularity. Yes, I didn’t much care about it when I had it- because that’s the correct thing to do. Now, I can safely say, I care as, alas, it’s no more!.
But then what’s better than a has-been blogger writing about a popular blogger on her sleepy blog? And add the layers of cream- when that blogger herself asked you to (not the way it sounds- she said, you haven’t for a while and you could). And finally add the icing- when she’s one of the best gifts of blogging and my dearest friend (there’s lot to be had from rubbing shoulders with the mighty and famous).
Now, words are her stock-in-trade. As is the dimpled, wide smile. I can’t seem to get over my fascination with the latter even after almost three years of knowing her. Is this what the more foolish call love?
She’s the most strong woman I have known whose fought more battles than people twice her age and kept on smiling for the benefit of others. She’s trusting but scathing, she’s stead-fast and loyal but get on the wrong side she’s lethal.
Sounds like a review, where I repeat myself in a new post every time (with an all-familiar tag once in a while), but she hates flattery and all the nice things about herself, so I can’t seem to help myself.
Well, she is good to my ego. There was a time when I was in her blogroll and she still claims I am one of the best writers around (or one of her favorites- same difference really). I would so like to be told so and flattered in public, so she does it in private. And she hates being lauded in public so that’s where I tunelessly sing her praises, always. And I am good to her ego, whatever she has of it.
She’s a writer with the gift of gab, a one-liner up her sleeve for every hour of the day and more likes on Facebook, re-tweets on Twitter than I can count. The latter was for the measurement of success these days. And she’s real easy on the eyes. I don’t want to get into how sexy she is, as I might scare the extremists and the conservatives off the site.
So, coming back to a has-been talking about the thing-of-the-day – it should earn me some notice, faint stirring of recognition and lost readers, shouldn’t it? Well, as I said there’s a lot to be had having a famous friend you love (who strangely enough loves you back)
By the way, anyone know who she is?