This is my first post ever. On vacation. Since I started E Vestigio, I've been on three vacations but I haven't had a first birthday on any of them yet. That's what makes this post different.
I didn't think I'd make it this long. I've been writing since I was eleven - journals, letters, short stories, botched attempts at poetry, and little scraps of nothing at all. And I've never sustained anything beyond a few months. But through all the Houdini acts, I've somehow always known that I'd get back to the Drafts folder. And that, for me, is an entirely different experience.
It's been a year since I began to...
... learn how to speak in a new voice.
... understand myself through my writing.
... see everything old and known through new eyes - my camera.
... share my world so intensely.
It's also been a year (or nearly) since I've known incredibly special and generous people who did not once give up on me - no matter how many failed promises to post or mail.
These are people....
... whose friendship means more than "bits and bytes on a screen."
... who mean wonderful memories at Lemon Grass and Oh! Calcutta in Bombay and the German Bakery and Aloha in Pune.
... whose imaginations have allowed me non sequitur and dream journeys into the arts of expression and writing.
... who have taught me how to understand people and reached out to me despite time-zones and personal restrictions.
How can my words begin to be enough? I can but say thank you. Such an inadequate phrase, though.
The word cloud, which I've been meaning to try for a while, seems a good way to celebrate E Vestigio. The wonderful thing about the cloud is that it seems a state of mind - like this blog. The one that I created when Geetanjali posted hers was quite different and I think that's quite wonderful. :-)
Before I go, I'd like your opinion on how to write about my trip to Coorg. Should I deal with it daywise or "as-a-whole? Please to advise. As always, many thanks!