A `Pest’

I haven’t visited my blog for some time. I began writing it as a friend thought I should spend my time doing something other than talking. Once I began writing the blog, I found it quite enjoyable. But I am not given to a discipline. So I write when I feel like or when my friend prods me.

My friend takes much delight daily in this one question -- "So, no more posts?" My standard response to that has been, "Will write." But this pest, my friend, refuses to take no for an answer. “Can’t you write,” he goes. “I CAN,” I want to scream but since the luxury of a chat allows one’s emotions to be masked, I say, no thoughts as of now. “Good”, is the sarcastic response.

Here, pest. I am doing something better than `talking’.

It is a blessing, I realize, to have friends who can infuse confidence, hope in you and not give up ever. Even a pest like this one I know.