Stirring the colorful melange of vegetables simmering on my stove I said something to K only to realize his raptured attention to a Jagjit Singh ghazal playing on TV. It hit me how much I needed people around me to feel what I felt when I felt it. The moment passed and I was tempted to put a status on FB that read lonely not alone. Thankfully I resisted the melodrama and instead started to write what I felt.
Sometimes, at different phases in our lives we want people around us to walk with us. Experience the joys and sadness we experience. Gush with us and plan with us. But then looking back, I realize I don’t do that either. I hardly feel the joy K does in talking about cricket or his latest breakthrough at work. I listen though my mind miles away.
I just realized what a treasure the blogosphere is. There is always a circle of people going through what you are going and are willing to wait on the sidelines rooting for you in the promise you will do the same for them. You just have to search for and join such a group.
Mollified, I turned to my google reader and caught up on things that mattered to me at the moment. And smiled. The world seemed friendlier than it was a moment ago.