If I am blogging tonight, I know I am doing this for myself. I am recording my thoughts, memories and recollections about those to whom I render myself impressionable.
I am celebrating my friendship with Raeha. I am paying tribute to the life that has shaped me into who I am. There was a time when I wasn’t so fond of my name. I liked others’ better. Well, I was quite a kid then. But I have now grown to admire this person who identifies herself in my name. Raeha has another story about growing to like her own name.
A couple of days back we talked about how this blog was no longer about having or not having a “visible” audience (referring to the readers who’d actually take time to comment). Its about her. Its about me. About us. There will be breaks and stagnant spells. But we keep coming back because without having said something, there is an empty void which demands attention. Sooner or later. Even if it means that from hundreds of miles away, I must continue editing Raeha’s updates. Her posts are unarguably commendable but the formatting literally sucks.
Yes, we talk about giving this space some publicity in reliable circles. But “being read” is not the focus. The focus, is and has always been Raeha. Aischa. Nothing less. 
Disclaimer: This is NOT to discourage comments (which I absolutely adore).
Aischa
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