From the Tattler's Mind: A Half-joy
At sharp 00:00 today, Tales of a Tattler went live. No fireworks, no grand launches. Just a quiet click into existence in the vast world of the internet. Planning to announce it at dawn, I went to bed in the pleasant weather of Mumbai, cooled down by a light, unseasonal drizzle.
But the sun rose on a different kind of day. The air was heavy with the news of my country's retaliation to an inhumane act, which might soon become war. And then, a message from a close friend about a profound loss. Suddenly, everything I had planned felt far away, almost out of place.
I also found myself standing at the edge of a familiar feeling — one that has echoed through so many moments in my life. The feeling of getting something, but not quite being able to hold it. Like a line from Anuv Jain’s Husn: “Milke bhi na mujhe mila...” (Even after getting it, it was never truly mine.) This launch felt exactly like that. The prelude to this moment was beautiful with thoughtful responses, growing curiosity, and a soft hum of anticipation. And yet, on the day of the unveiling, I could not bring myself to call attention to it. What I had worked days and nights for was here... but I couldn’t fully have it. Not today. Not like I had imagined.
I hesitated. I kept asking myself: Is it right to share this now? Should I wait? What if it fails, just like so many things before? What if this "half-joy" is all I was made for? I went back and forth, refreshing the blog, staring at the announcement I had written and re-written, closing it, opening it, and closing it again. I didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t how I imagined the launch. I felt pulled in two directions — the silence my heart demanded and the promise my mind begged me to keep. Not just to others, but to myself.
And then I remembered what Tales of a Tattler was really about.
It’s not just a blog. It’s a home for moments like this. For the things we carry when no one is watching. For stories that don’t shout but whisper. For the times when we feel suspended between the things life gives us, but not in the way we hoped.
That’s when I knew: the quietness of this day doesn’t betray the blog; it belongs to it. So I share it now, after attending to my duties and responsibilities, not because the timing is any perfect, but because this is the essence of Tales of a Tattler. It’s a reminder that even in uncertainty, we can allow our stories to breathe for us. Because Tales of a Tattler is not about victories, it is about resilience, and hope. It is a quiet answer to the setbacks, the not-quites, the almosts. It is a reminder to live along even when the ground shifts beneath us, and tell stories even when the world goes silent.
Because, it is stories that hold us when everything else feels uncertain. It is through stories that we heal; it is through stories that we live.
So I launch it today, respectfully and quietly. Not because everything is perfect, but because this is what I can offer, in these moments of silence and uncertainty.
Tales of a Tattler is out in the world for those who wish to read it, re-visit it, or return to it whenever it feels right. And if today is not the day for you, I understand. The stories will wait. They always do.
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