The Tortoise's Journey

                                                 


  There was a  tortoise but no hare. It had to reach the first of the many finishing lines that others had crossed long time back. There were too many stops, diversions and distractions. Nevertheless, the tortoise resumed it's journey. For that's what it was essentially. A journey and not a race.

    And so has been my foray into the blog world. Why am I getting so reflective about this today ? With this post I reach the first milestone. Not sailing into it exactly but managing to crawl to the hundredth post. Like the last athlete who stumbles in long after the winners have started their victory lap. But then again this is not a race.

   For all my blogger friends, thank you for hearing me out through my reminisces, coherent or incoherent stringing together of ideas, little stories and travel tales, which I've loved sharing with you. Each time I have tapped the 'publish' button, it's been hard to keep away from the monitor pretending that 'visits' don't really bother me. When the first comment appears, all that 'cool' attitude evaporates and a gleeful child, little short of jumping and clapping hands, takes it's place.

   My hundredth post combined with the festive warmth of aromatic plum cakes, christmas trees, tiny jingling bells at the kirana shop,  the lure of the christmassy malls, the warm pretty woollens; the hastily put together little bonfires at the corner of the road to soak in the heat, is a thank you note for all the little things in life. In this journey, the first step is all that is needed to reach the many milestones. That is what I gathered from the wise old tortoise. And along the way I have discovered new windows, sights, thoughts, different worlds within this big wide world, realising there is so much yet to be done.

  But for starters, the hundredth post will do. And with the New Year quietly making it's way round the corner, there is more to look forward to, personally.