It has been a long journey, 3 years to be precise, I am a storyteller and always would be one. I tried to bid a goodbye to blogs earlier this year but wasn’t able to continue and keep up to it. It’s true that I was tired, depressed, had nowhere to go to, lost my senses, undertook a lot of pressure. Amidst all of this when I lost myself, I found my soul in my writings. And you made sure it reaches the farthest point on Earth. And my writings did reach several countries, that I could only imagine going.
Time flies by and here I am writing a letter to you. The one who never left my side. Who was there during the times when I was at the lowest point in my life. I had no one to tell my story to, no one to share my pain with. And then while scrolling through my own blogs gave me a sense of satisfaction, a sense of achievement. I was happy when I finally publish a blog, I wait for comments and criticism and that “Wait” is much awesome. Every single time I open my write-ups engraved n your beautiful wall, I see myself.
I could see my transition over time as an adult, Things have changed and so did I. A lot of customizations, Treated you just like my baby, And here I was with the correct blend of design and intelligence, that’s how you were reborn a thousand times, thousand times I put to make you look beautiful from in and out. I might have failed many times but I did succeed in bringing out the best from you. People loved you more than me. People snapped pictures of you, shared you across the oceans, you covered more distance than what I would if I was a travel blogger 😂.
Life was all about achievements for me, But you stood out, you aren’t just an achievement of a medal of honor for me, you’re a living example, a photocopy of me. You represent me in a way no one ever could. Even after thousands of years you would still exist representing my ideologies on this platform. Making people see the world from my perspective. And altogether a different point of view. Life was not all about the hush. When at the end of the day I rest my pen on your draft, it felt home, Just like I returned home after a long time. Like a sabbatical.
Although our talks will never come to an end. The stories knitted with love, those three liners which were held responsible for all those sleepless nights for readers. Needless to say, I did succeed in penning down the most interesting aspects of Life via you as a medium, my dearest blog. People forget about writing blogs a few months or sometimes years later, few write it as compulsion because they have to earn from it. But you are different for me. I never made you as my source of income. Because I know, you are just like a diary entry of my life. All events portrayed in a third-person perspective.
I would like to express a few things before I put this post to rest,
“Zindagi mei khuda dhundne chala tha mei,
Pagal kya na karta,
Bhul chuka tha mei mere taakat se waaqif na tha mei,
Ab waqt ko guzarte ungliyon pe ginta,
Ab mei Likhunga, aur waqt bhi khud ko thaam lega”
A Tribute from Gauri Bellad to Her World of Blogging
Greetings from My Part of Life;
Wishing you an advance New year 2020, I wish you all achieve the peaks that you always desired to. This blog is a dedication to all the blogs out there, written by my fellow bloggers. The only way we find to connect to readers and the people around the world. We forget about the simple things. Let us dedicate a blog to our dear WordPress community.
From Gauri’s Desk