Definitions, Dimensions, and Nothings
I would say it started at nothing. But then, everything does, doesn’t it? And one fine winter morning you gather up all your nothings and your coffee; you sit sipping your cuppa and think about all your nothings…
When you realize it is everything.
My blog was a fun experiment that started way back in December 2011. LN gifted “merila.gln.me” to me five years ago. It was brand new, wonderful and absolutely ready to rock. Three posts in rapid fire mode and Bam! It was forgotten. Remember that little keyboard that was gifted to you when you were five years old? For the first six months, you ate with it, slept with it, played it all the time and so well that your mom boasted that you were going to be the next A. R.Rahman. Soon, other toys came up, other interests dragged you away and your little keyboard was left to gather dust on the loft. After few years you would have seen some dramas in life; out of boredom, curiosity, regret and almost nothing else to do, you go back and clean your house. And that’s when you would go back to your loft. You would see that little keyboard, dusty from years of negligence yet surreal, pure and untouched. All the happy memories would come back rushing and you would hear yourself chuckle with a happy tear in your eyes when you touch one of those little keys that make the same sweet sound that you so loved. It becomes a memoir, a token of happy times, a four-leaved clover that you would hold for luck and love.
That keyboard is my blog.
I dusted it and brought it back to life in 2014. When all else was bleak, that was my ray of sunshine. An idea would spark when I take bath and I hold it close in my thoughts till wee hours of the night when I could let it flow free. They were the little mirrors that reflected the many shades of the society. Those dreadful nights when I desperately updated resume and wrote sample articles for interviews, an empty white MS Word document was my only point of recess. I created stories that I felt were nothings. I started every story I wrote with a chant “Here goes nothing”. I created those nothings without realizing that they were creating me, molding the lump of clay that was me into something more profound, real and something very much… ME. I realized it was time to make it my name, my identity, a definition of who I am. Towards the end of 2014 “merila.gln.me” became Krupawrites.com from that I guess there’s no stopping. We’ve enjoyed occasional breaks, little mishaps, and month long fights but she’s the sleek beauty who keeps me running. She is the symphony I strung together by my many little nothings.
This little article is a dedication to Lakshmi Narayanan; because you should ever be thankful for that person who gave you your little keyboard that paved way for your symphonies; also because I owe him his own Island and collection of cars and this is a tiny bribe to make him go a little easy on me. Dude! I’ll get there please bear with me.
Until my next post, Ciao!