Dear Blog...

I haven't talk to you for a while.... I haven't poured out my deepest thoughts and I haven't confided in you for sometime. When was the last I told you the most profound questions in my head? I honestly don't remember the last time I asked you a silly question...

But guess what, I may have to start doing that more often now. You know, you've been there with me since forever. You were in the form of a diary, a journal and now a blog. You know my history. You felt the pain. You saw all the tears. You were there in my mind, swimming through a morass of hopes, dreams, ambitions, bitterness, shame, guilt and self-blame. Yeah, you do know me well...

Remember those entries I erased? Only the two of us know, huh? We even have unpublished secrets... At least I know you are my secret keeper. My friend. My defender.

Your blank pages are comforting. They invite me to pour my heart out and experience catharsis again and again and again.

I know you are always there waiting. Thank you "Blog." Thank you for being there.... even at 3 am, when it's cold outside and the only sound I hear is the ticking of the clock...

It's almost 4 am... thanks for being here. For being a receptacle of my thoughts, my secrets, my longings, my angst. Thank you...

Thank you for being there at 3 am on a winter Sunday morning...