This was supposed to be the last post on this blog.
The Puppet Master decided to cut the rope and take away my
best-est friend and my most favourite person in the world, a few months back.
Losing Astha in a road accident has been plain devastating and I never thought
I would write again. After all, she was the biggest fan and supporter of my
writing. She was the first one to read anything that I wrote on this blog. She
was relentless in her praise, irrespective of the quality of my writing. It was
her support which kept me motivated to write for so many years.
Thus, a few months back, I decided that I should shut this
blog down in her memory. It felt like an apt thing to do. Over the next few
days I tried framing the last blog post in my mind. However, the content of
that last blog post didn't feel right. Closing down the blog didn't feel like a
thing which would make Astha happy. She disliked formalities and ceremonies. Playing
victim would have been the last thing she would want me to do. She was the most
practical person I have seen. After a few more days of deliberation, I realised
that shutting down this blog was the opposite of what I ought to do. And
therefore this is not going to be the last post.
It will be difficult to write something and not have Astha
to proof read the drafts before I make it public. It will also be tough to not
have any one to bounce ideas off. But I will keep writing through all this pain
because I know she will love it, wherever she is.
