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My lil Blogging world.

I haven't been blogging for very long. Just six months. And I already can't live without it. It's much better than therapy.

I have some blogging friends now. Mynie, Ace, Xorkes. People who actually comment and let me know what they think.

I have blogs I regularly check. Compulsive Confessor, ??! etc etc.

But until a couple of days back, I didn't realise how big a part of my life blogging has become. Not until the Mad Momma announced that she was shutting down her blog. And I was devastated. Hers is a blog I check all the time. As soon as I'm online, hers is the first blog I traipse across to. As essential as my morning cup of coffee.

I feel as though the Brat, the Bean, the OA, the Mad sibling and the Mad Momma are a part of my family. I've laughed my head off at their antics and empathised with what she says more often than not and said better than I could ever hope to.

I kept checking her blog whenever I came online in the hope I would see a change of heart and another post by her. And today that happened.

And now I'm absolutely overjoyed.

And those very emotions made me think. That someone I've never met can have so much hold over me. Can make me oscillate from sorrow to hope to joy.

Weird but kinda nice.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hi....came to your blog through Madmomma's blog.You write really well :) Its so true about blogging buddies.I too have a list of blogs I check as soon as I power on the PC :)
the mad momma said…
okay you've got me all senti. thanks :)
Anonymous said…
and u r there in my list...lol!
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Homecooked : Thank you. I'm very flattered. I love your blog too. Nothing gets me going quite like food.

Hope I get to see a lot more of you here.

@ Mad Momma: Your welcome :D

@ Neha: Thank you too.
Ace said…
Thanks for mentioning me. So here I am, true to what you've said in your post, posting a comment! :-)

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