…. is none other than the man of my life. He has been counting days and waiting for this month to end even more keenly than all of us bloggers who participated in the Blogathon and were racking their brains to churn out post after post to keep the momentum going.
Most common scenes at our home during this month:
It’s a week night and I am still in the kitchen cleaning up, loading dishwasher, washing the bigger utensils by myself, cleaning the kitchen countertop, and the clock seems to be on fast forward mode inching towards 11 PM. Abbas comes to me and says anxiously….
Abbas: “Seemu, can’t you skip blogging for one day? Just come and take rest.”
Me: “Haven’t you known me in all these years?”
Abbas: “Seemu, shall I give you an idea for today’s post?”
Me (excitedly):”What? What?”
Abbas: “Just write, Will be continued tomorrow”
Abbas: “Seemu, it’s too late today.”
Me (frowning): “Hmmmm. I know, what to do?”
Abbas: “Do a shortcut post today na? Maybe just post some photos and get done with it”
Me: “No, I have already drafted a post in my mind. Just need to type it out”
Abbas: “Oh that’s great! You have it all sorted na? I knew you were smart enough to think of a quick fix post today”
Me: “Arey no, in fact the post is actually quite long”
Abbas: “What?! Ok bye. Good night.”
I am still lazing around and my engine is on hibernation mode, meaning my body and mind are reluctant to do anything at all. Abbas knows that I still have the blog post pending and too many chores to wrap up.
Abbas: “Seemu, you go write the post, I’ll deal with the dishes.”
Me: “Oh thank you. I love you so much”
Abbas: “Tell me all this in Feb. Hmph!!”
Abbas is in the bedroom waiting for me to finish publishing the post and come to bed. I am in the drawing room typing away to glory.
Abbas: “Seemu, come here and do your post na?”
Me: “No no, if I sit on the bed, I’ll fall asleep”
Abbas: “How long will you take?”
Me: “I dunno yaar. Trying to finish as soon as possible”
Abbas: “Seemu, I miss your touch….. When will this month get over???”
I finished all my chores and about to sit with my laptop while Abbas is watching TV.
Me: “Are you going to bed now? Or will watch TV for some more time?”
Abbas: “Why do you ask?”
Me: “If you are going to bed now, then I’ll sit in the drawing room. If you are going to watch TV now, then I’ll go to bedroom and finish my post”
Abbas (snarling): “This blogathon is separating us. I don’t like it”
I finished my post for the day and went to sleep. Abbas was still awake.
Me: “You know Baba, what is most satisfying about the blogathon?”
Me: “Every day when I hit on Publish button, I check the calendar on my homepage which gets highlighted on each day that I have posted. It makes me feel accomplished every day as the calendar gets filled up.”
Abbas (suddenly turns romantic out of nowhere): “I’m so proud of you”
This was pretty much the scene every other night. Mantam also tried to help out in whatever way they could by reminding me of some funny incidents and conversations. Special thanks to my dear friend Harvy, who has been loyally reading my posts and correcting some mistakes that I make and I’m so grateful to her for that. Last but not the least, thanks to RS and Maya for initiating the blogathon this year. Hadn’t it been for you both and all the other fellow blogathon mates, I wouldn’t have been able to sail through these 31 days so smoothly. Congratulations to all of you!
Strangely, this time around I did not resort to cheat posts. I wrote every single day, even on days when I thought I will cheat, I ended up typing my heart out. One more thing which was different this year for me was that I visited and commented on the blogs that I follow quite frequently. The best part was that I have diligently moderated comments and replied to most of you who have taken the time out to read and comment on my posts. Thank you all so much and also to those silent readers who make me feel their presence in the stats of this blog. I can feel the warmth, love and affection and it means a lot.
Signing off this year’s blogathon with a promise of blogging actively this year. (Errrr…. and not chewing my own words!)