This past week saw a flurry of emails between a few of us who are friends online and offline. We were making plans to welcome a blogger friend to our part of town. Suman of Thoughts Unlimited was here over the weekend and the lovely UL of Diaries hosted her. Anamika and I got to meet the two of them and it made for an evening of food and fun.
I have often pondered if blogging really is of any consequence other than to ruffle feathers occasionally on issues of privacy. I have on occasion felt perhaps Musings will die a slow death. These thoughts come and go every now and then. When Suman said she was going to be visiting, I felt thrilled and a wee bit anxious. I have this image of her built from verbal sketches on her blog. I was eager to find if the person matched the image I had in my head. I was also worried the real life meeting would spoil it for me virtually.
So, Saturday evening laboring over my ‘finally’ decent recipe for pudina pulav, I transferred the steaming hot rice to my trusty Pyrex and ran upstairs to get dressed. Earlier in the day at the mall I was toying with the idea of getting charms bracelets for all four of us as a souvenir of our meet. I looked around and did not find anything I liked. So, I thought it was not meant to be.
Driving over to UL’s K and I listened to music from Sur and were pretty upbeat as we parked. Noticing we were the first to arrive, we let ourselves in and got caught up when Anamika arrived with her family. Clutching packs of pav and a Pyrex containing the baaji we piled around the kitchen island arranging the food and waiting for the rest to arrive. Over juice and drinks, we exchanged blog notes and talked about the recession. In a bit the bell rang and Suman and co were there. She looked every bit of what I had imagined and had the sweetest voice to boot.
As she and her family got settled we got the dining table set. Suman had bought us each a pair of dangling earrings. They were lovely and we all put it on and clicked pictures as a group. I realized how easy it felt to fit in. Any body watching us from outside would have found it hard to imagine us as people meeting for the first time. There was so much shared past and stories told and untold that linked us.
As K and I left waving bye that night I realized that the words I leave on here are footprints on the sands of time. They link me to much more than my past. They are a living, breathing extension of me online, as is every other blog I visit. Whether or not I meet my readers and fellow bloggers in person, the act of sharing my life and sharing in their lives binds me to them. In many ways the virtual world spills over to the real.