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Yours truly, Author


 
Dear Blog,
This is the first time I’m writing a letter to you. Hope you receive it in time. It’s been a while since I thought of writing a letter to you, to tell you how important you are to me. We have been together since few years now but there was hardly a time we spoke to each other. I believe there’s no better way than a snail mail to fill up this gap.
Frankly speaking I can’t recollect what motivated me to start a blog but I do remember how the enthusiasm kicked in and we started writing our own history together. We started the journey with youthful rhymes. Yeah! I remember why we decided it to be named as “rhymes” & not poems. It was because we didn’t consider ourselves to match the level of those celebrated poets. We considered ourselves rookie in this field but I must say I enjoyed and still do the way we wrote rhymes & were eager to publish it to the world. We were like a drop in the sea but what encouraged us was that now we are the part of the sea! Year passed and we came up with so many straight from heart rhymes that, it did touched few readers. And that was our first impression in the sand!
There was no stopping for us now. We started a journey whose destination was not important. Coming year we introduced yet another aspect of our creativity. The one which convey a thousand words through random lines and patches of colors. I must say the Batman painting was my favorite. Do tell me your favorite one!
Time went by and we met fellow bloggers on this voyage. They all were so creative and inspirational in so many different ways. I must say they made us hold our ground in the times when we were tired of our journey. A big thank you to all of them.
And a BIG thank you to you too :) Because of you I was able bring out those emotions, open those closed boxes of surprise by which I was able to set myself free. You have helped me not only realize my strengths but also highlighted my weaknesses in ways I could not imagine. By putting those weaknesses under spotlight you gave me an opportunity to improve myself, to carve myself into something better than what I was. You thought me that the sea is made up of drops like me. Small but of value!
I know that you are out there busy 24/7/365 showcasing our work to the world on a grand stage but I would want you to take some time and read this letter. Coz I want you to know that I value you. Although our relationship is virtual but our connection is heartfelt.
Yours truly,
Author
PS, Happy New Year
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This straight from heart letter is a part of the contest #AHundredLittleFlames held by IndiBlogger.
A Hundred Little Flames by Preeti Shenoy is story of 26-year-old Ayan who is sent to live with his grumpy old grandfather Gopal Shanker, in a tiny village, in Kerala, he is understandably devastated. What can a sleepy, idyllic village without even Internet connectivity offer a young man?

About Author

Abhishek Gorale

A software engineer by profession and a curious blogger by will. An ambivert who balances his creative and geeky sides.


Comments

  1. Let the heartfelt relation grow further. Wishing you a great year ahead.

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    1. Thanks Durga Prasad :) Happy & Glorious New Year to you too!

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  2. Such flair for writing your heart out!! Beautiful!! You kids are blessed!! Please continue writing more and more......

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  3. The sea is made of drops like you, that makes you yourself the vast sea! Who would have thought of writing a letter to their blog!! Very unique and interesting idea. Loved it!!
    Leha
    https://theliteraryaffairblog.wordpress.com/

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    1. Thank you Leha for your words of appreciation. Also I'm glad you loved the article. :)
      I've visited your blog, looking forward to read more blog post of yours. Keep Writing, Keep reading..

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