Good friend Meera called me this morning when I was in the middle of cooking breakfast. She said, “Hey Raji, did you know your blog is mentioned in Indulge Express today?” This is the Friday supplement of the New Indian Express. Meera’s blog had been mentioned a few weeks ago here.
Ma checks it outBreakfast was dropped midway. After thanking her, we rushed to get a couple of copies of the Express. And there it was in the supplement, tucked away in one of the inner pages, a piece on senior bloggers. There was my mother’s blog mentioned in the first para. It even had the picture of her home page. And mine was the one in the last para.
I was pleased, if not totally surprised. Only earlier this week, someone from Indulge had mailed me telling me that they had come upon my blog and would like to feature it in a piece on senior bloggers. And sorry for asking, but how old was I. I sent off a reply with the right age, telling them that I was old enough not to mind being asked. And mentioning that my mother is also a blogger, gave them her blog’s addresses. But how they got to me in the first place, I don't know.
And this was the outcome. A happy feeling prevailed, till my husband remarked, “You know it could be any Raji.” (Please click on the picture to enlarge.)But with other friends calling and mailing to say they had read about us oldies in the Indulge, we were back to elation.
