So, my word well dried again. I did think of digging deeper, pushing myself harder and collect some words to make a full post but it did not happen. I kept pushing the writing for later as I felt too burnt out to come up with anything worth sharing. Yet i diligently paid a visit to the blog every day and checked the stats. Now, we all know that these mediums are all about visibility. You keep sharing however inane and people remember you; out of sight, out of mind works here too as on other social media. It is a certain death for a small blog like mine if the blogger isn’t regular since the viewership dwindles very fast and the blog is forgotten easily.
I know this full well and maybe subconsciously I was just checking the stats to see my blog die a slow death. I was all ready to see the blog limp, gasp, and die but it would not happen. The blog kept gasping but wouldn’t die in spite of my not posting for many days or posting inconsequential random thoughts, thanks to a single visitor who visited regularly, almost every day. The stats for most of the days show a single visitor from the US who only checks one particular page on the blog. Now, I cannot claim with surety that the person is from the US in this day of onion routing. But I am deeply grateful to the person who has been the painter of my last leaf.
I am seriously considering to embark upon a journey in search of the water for my word well. I hope to have the energy to dig deep and find the source within the well again. I may despair, falter and make detours. Some days I will be too tired to even try but I have decided to gather myself again and share on this blog afresh, as the last leaf still flutters telling me to start looking deep in the well; hoping not to get lost again.
PS: I would be grateful if the silent admirer would reveal themselves to me. It’s okay if you choose not to but you are thought of with lot of warmth and gratitude. “Whoever you are—I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.”