Recently...

So I have joined Facebook. Continuing in the tradition of doing some things I wouldn't normally do. I have to admit that I hated it the moment I was 'booked'.

It brought up a bunch of people that I could add to my list of friends and I felt dictated. I wanted to search for my friends, not have some thrown on me.

The funny thing is that people I have not been in touch with have woken up to me. Yes they did say it would be easier to keep in touch this way but I wasn't listening.

Communication has not developed in recent years. If anything it has shrunk- from letters, to emails to lines. Next thing we might just send each other words and it will suffice.

All along I have been sitting back and observing the drama unfold as Orkut and Facebook got famous. They created a huge hype in the beginning and some of it fizzled out, at least in the case of the former. Well lets just say I am happy I didn't let myself get an account there!

But this is an experiment and I pretty much did it for my friends, for my lazy friends who cannot drop a line. So let's see how it goes.

How many friends will I have? How many invitations will I turn down? How many hugs and nudges will I get? Booked, am I not!

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It feels so good to blog again!

Sweet passions

I have been gorging on a carrot cake for the past two days. And the thought of having the last bit tomorrow makes me want tomorrow night to come quickly.

This is the land of desserts. There are just too many of them- waiting for you to dig into them. They melt in your mouth and leave you in sweet heaven. And you cannot wait to have them again.

Just like the temptation for sweets sometimes takes over, revisiting moments from the past just happens. Times that have been so very special, find their way into my conversation.

After my share of roughing it out there the temptation to revisit a happier past takes over. I recall the times gone by to fill emptiness of some days. And maybe my eyes light up as my heart is fed with their eternal sweetness.Then my heart is glad and my soul content.

But I do remember to leave some of the good bits for another day.

I don’t know if being a girl makes a difference but such things just don’t leave you too easy. The memory of a friend, seeing each other grow out from fears, realising how long we have known each other...guess everyone has had such moments.

And so I move on. Maybe to other desserts hopefully.