Cruel Intentions

It was a disappointment when Kumar stopped blogging. That was understandable. The weight of his new family must have broken his back. But why did the don stop writing? I had my own selfish interests for him to continue to write as he probably was the only one who ever mentions me in a blog!!

'So Don, why have you stopped writing?'
'You probably are the only one who ever reads my blog.'

While I told him that he didn't need a reader to write a blog, I knew it was upto him to write or not.

So why do I write? It is my vent. I am not sure what it is a vent to, but it certainly is very pleasurable to me when I write something. If I had to talk all the rubbish I write, I would have already been killed and mummified as a warning to all the living men and women like me. I stopped advertising my blog sometime ago after someone I knew humiliatingly told me not to send her links to my posts. But that does not stop me from writing, does it? Instead it inspires me to write good (what I think is good) blogs. I wish that one day she reads a good (what she thinks is good) post from my page, chuckles at it and then reads this to realise that it is her that I have mentioned in this post. But I know, it is a cruel world where my cruel intentions will not be realised.