Come on out now #InternationalBlogDelurkingWeek

Hello hello dear friends. Happy new year! Hope 2025 keeps you happy, healthy, peaceful and ever more creative.

This week is celebrated as Blog Delurking Week  — a time when we call upon our quiet, behind-the-scenes readers to step into the spotlight. If you’ve been silently scrolling, nodding along, or smiling at my posts, this is your chance to say hello!

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I am writing. Again.

The beginning of a year has always filled me with new vigour. It seems magical somehow, full of possibilities. Each year I print out planners, set blogging goals and health goals. I make resolutions, some of which I even manage to stick to.

This year, however, has been different. Because I’ve done nothing! Nothing at all. I tried to plan. To write. I opened my laptop multiple times. I sat staring at it but I just couldn’t. I read articles and blogs in search of inspiration. That’s what got me out of my limbo in the past.

Curiously enough, this time the more I saw year-end posts and resolutions, and Word of the Year posts and Vision Boards, the less I felt like writing. Because, honestly, I have no goals for this year. That sounds terrible – like a lost directionless ship. Moreso when everyone else seems to have everything worked out neatly.

Perhaps that’s why I couldn’t bring myself to write. It isn’t a happy confession to make – that one is directionless. It’s like belittling the whole business of writing/blogging.

Then today I received a gift and a beautiful little note from friends from a blogging community which I am sort of part of – in a very peripheral kind of way. But that small note reminded me of the fact that I am a blogger. Goals or not, professional or not, good or bad, five views or five thousand, I am a blogger, I write. That’s what I’ve done for over a decade, not counting the years I did it for a living. There’s no way I could stop doing it.

And so I resolved to try again.

Each evening when I drop the kids for their classes I workout at a gym. Today I decided to dump it. I ditched my tights and tee. I picked out a gorgeous new top and my favourite pair of jeans. I put on some gloss for good measure. Then I did away with my gym rucksack, got out my bright red handbag instead and slid in my laptop.

Today, I was going to write.

The children looked on, a trifle puzzled. H, who can never hold in a question asked, ‘Where are you going  ma?’ ‘To write,’ I replied cryptically.

As they walked off to their class I headed for the smoky cafe I go to sometimes. It’s been an hour since I sat  here with a terrible cup of bitter green tea for company and I’ve got down a thousand words! Not all thousand are going to make it to the publish button, maybe none of them will, but the good thing is I am writing. Again.

The blogging world is vast. It is easy to feel lost and inconsequential, like you and your writing don’t matter (and maybe they don’t, really). However, one must keep writing with the hope that someday, some small piece of writing may make a difference to someone somewhere, that it might touch someone in a special way, bring a smile maybe, or a nod of relief and understanding. And for that, one must keep writing.

So here I am with my directionless rambling. Perhaps this will mean something to someone else feeling just as directionless. Perhaps it will make them continue on their path, like me, in the hope of better things. Perhaps, tomorrow I’ll find my goal and write something meaningful. But for now, this is all I have, this will have to do.

It’s International Blog Delurking Week

It’s the same time of the year again. Nah, not the time when you make resolutions – that’s gone already. Did you know Jan 17 was the Ditch your New Year Resolution Day? Yes it is, so there!

This is something else. Jan 12th to 18th is ‘coming out’ week. Not that kind of coming out. In blogging language it’s called Blog Delurking Week.

It’s the week I beg lurkers at my blog to come say hello.

So who are ‘lurkers’?

Well those are the people who read my posts but don’t leave comments, the silent ones, the ones I never get to hear from. It’s time to come out, people. Say a hello and maybe you could leave a word saying where you’re from.

For instance I’d say something like – Hi I’m Tulika from Pune, India (also Lucknow, Delhi, Bhopal, Mumbai, for those are the cities I’ve lived in). You may simply stick with your name and your current city, or just with your name or whatever else you are comfortable with.

Oh I know it is hard to reveal yourself. Did you notice this is the very first time in my 11+ years of blogging that I’ve used my name on the blog here. It’s strange that while I’m okay with talking about my personal struggles, my failures and disappointments, my worries and concerns, yet giving out my name seems like a big deal.

That said, it is good to finally do it. So there, I’ve made a start. Go ahead and speak up.

Linking up with Parul who is hosting the delurking party.