Back to pressing words!

The one with with the comeback.


Wow. It’s been a long time. Really long. Last time I logged into WordPress I had to send a smoke signal to the servers. The server sent me a pigeon and being the Neanderthal I was, I wrote my posts on stones and erected the pillars on the ground. True story. Look it up.

    This is an actual selfie of me and my friends

Seriously though, I was busy with college and stuff. I (re)discovered Quora in the last few months. There is something about that site that drew me in. Maybe it is the instant feedback and quick response to your content. Whatever it was, I decided to keep the blog off for a few months and switch to Quora instead. I logged into WordPress exactly twice. Replied to a few comments and left. Never looked beyond the notification area.

But something happened yesterday. I clicked on one of the email forwards from the Daily Post. Looked around and landed on Today’s Prompt. Vanish. Now I’ve never written or responded to the Daily’s Post’s prompts. I’ve participated in two of Blogging U classes but prompts is something I never could wrap my mind around. But this prompt felt different. It was like the site was scolding me about the absence.

When I decided to start posting again I realized I was kinda running away from it. Writing a post of 3 paragraphs requires a disciplined mind.  You need to be attentive. You need to be original. Even if you write total shit, that shit needs to be put into words. And that, putting things into words was one thing I felt awkward doing again. When you actually start writing things, you type them just as you think. Then you realize it sounds weird or corny. You try to embellish the sentences. It works too; temporarily. But it feels like swimming with a floater. The instant the funny joke sentence ends you are back to producing your own words, which gets a little bit harder each time you do it.

I noticed myself erasing paragraphs just to rewrite them again with a minor change. Churning out a wall of text is like your mind doing a workout. Producing original content from a single word feels like an insurmountable wall, and yet, if you pull it off, nothing matches the rewarding feeling you get. Glad to be doing that again. Happy to get back. Proud of not staying vanished anymore.

Inspired by the prompt Vanish

How I Met Everyone Else


No. This is not about the episode . Coming to think of it,it actually is. How I Met Your Mother is a show that established itself as the gold standard of friendship. A tribute to everything that stands between true friends.

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