Sunny Days, the child of my heart, the sweat of my, er, well, no, no sweat, but you get the idea, is eight today. I remembered the birthday last night but forgot it this morning. Thanks a million, Sole Vita, for reminding me. (It's her birthday too, do go wish her.)
Eight years of blogging makes me one of the oldest bloggers I know, right from the uncertain start where I signed up on Rediff with no clear idea as to what a blog actually was to me today, with my circle of blogging buddies (take a bow, you guys).
Also, I think this is the 950th post out here.
This little blog has seen me through boyfriends and a wedding, several deaths and a birth. It has shown me the power and potential of online friendships and introduced me to so many people I would never had the pleasure of knowing otherwise. It's been featured on the BBC. Honestly speaking, I don't think I could possibly list all the milestones -- after all, milestones are what this space is all about.
So go on, clap your hands and make a wish and let's see what the universe does about it. And if you can manage some cake today, that would be even cooler. After all, isn't that what a birthday is all about?