The Others (1)

This is a post by...well...Anon. She'd prefer to be that. Anon. Am not complaining because (a) she's really cool and (b) she's that one person who has 'submitted' her 'entry' first. So I completely love her. Thank you, Iren...erm...Anon.

Anon's Post

Her handwritten entries appear in the phonebook.

Her favourite soaps are bought every month.

Her make-up, her comb, her sindoor lie on the dressing table.

Her books and magazines rest on the bookshelf.

Her investment statements arrive regularly.

Her perfume emanates from her wardrobe.

Her favourite colours adorn the furnishings, the linen.

Her voice fills my dreams.

The sound of her bangles suffuses my imagination.

It’s two months now.

Her presence is everywhere.

Especially as the lump in my throat.

I don't enjoy writing. In fact, 'despise it' would be more near the real thing. But here I am – saddled with a blog (let's not get into the whys and wherefores, please). And not feeling very enthusiastic about 'posts'. Add to that guilt – creeping in on you when you least expect it. I mean, here you go and create a bloody blog (well, technically speaking, I didn't create it; and it's not really bloody) and then you don't really want to go and write. Why? Because you despise writing, remember? Also, here's an aside: I am super lazy (in case you didn't know; or haven't figured by now). Bottomline: poor old blog languishes in blogosphere! Which is not necessarily a bad thing; but what the heck, I don’t know what said blog is thinking. Do I?

Cut to...

One lazy August afternoon. And a stroke of genius (on my part, of course)! I pinged/called/accosted friends: “Hey, why don’t you write something for my blog?” And they agreed (all but one). Some because they like writing and don’t have their own blogs. No being saddled with a tiresome blog and nothing to write. Smart, hunh? Some because I sold ‘collaborative writing, Web 2.0' to them. Heh heh. And, of course, because they are all friends. Different matter, of course, that after a month, I have just one ‘entry’ (after a few million reminders). One more is on the way (S don’t ditch). As for the rest, well here’s to more reminders, threats, et al. Ha Ha!

So, I will keep posting their stuff from time to time. With a little line on the writers. There's no theme, no mood. They can write anything, about anything. Free falling. And somewhere along the way (I am hoping) I’ll write a bit myself. So there.

P.S. I am calling this 'collection' (heh heh) "The Others". Eeeuuww. Someone please suggest a better title.