Good day to all my dear ones!
Hoist a page of my own in the internet! This idea has been germinating in my mind ever since my considerate niece presented a laptop to me. My computer savvy son too suggests such a venture. Okay, fine. What could be the purpose? Wait, I am coming to it.
Imagine that we are all under one roof where the atmosphere is always charged with reciprocal love and affection. Our house reverberates with peals of laughter. The day passes off peacefully, and at night, the house falls into a peaceful slumber! The affection that we have shared condenses into honey drops and each drop settles in our hearts!
I know my wish is utopian. We are not destined to be together. In fact, we are fragments thrown out into the various nooks and corners of the world, where we confront a sense of isolation. No doubt, telephonic talk is a good palliative. Unfortunately, it hardly pours forth subtle emotions, though at times, the tone partially exposes the undercurrents in one’s heart. However, letters are of utmost relief. In fact, you could read between the lines and actually listen to the moans of an aching heart. Unfortunately, these days nobody writes. My father nurtured an insatiable passion for writing letters. He constantly updated his information on the well being of his dear ones. Dad, you wrote poems too! Didn’t you?
As I look at his photograph today, I have a feeling that my disposition to write a bit is something that I have inherited from him. I remember, as a child I used to listen to the furious scratches of his pen. Thanks Dad, you still motivate me.“Okay, fine. Now tell us something about this page,” you would suggest. With this page, would I be able to interact with you all? What else would I be able to do? I don’t know. My vision is so incipient that I hardly have a correct picture of it. Let us wait and see.
Incidentally, I have a dubious distinction that I am an inveterate chatterer. Since I stand stigmatised, I will continue to chatter as long as you do not object, and as long as you keep your eyes glued on to your monitor.
Expect me on all Sundays. Do write to me too. As for replies, be assured, disappoint you I will not.
With loving regards and sincere prayers, Chandran calls it a day!
