In which I think I have an idea what I want to write about, maybe. Err huh???

I am a little disappointed right now, got to know just a few minutes back that a certain blog that I quite enjoyed reading has been abandoned by the author (how come I can't see the last post that's mentioned in all the reports???). The secret diary of a call girl maintained by a certain Belle de jour had become a frequent online haunt of mine. Aside from the obvious vicarious pleasures that are derived from such online diaries what I lusted after was the writing style of the author. The concise witty dialogs the likes of which I have always aspired to create made me read ALL the entries in a matter of 48 hours (on weekdays mind you! not that I am terribly busy, I could/should be but choose not to be!!) and it wasn't long back that I discovered this gem. For me it has always been extremely hard to stay on the subject at hand, there are always a thousand different tangents my train of thoughts could hop on, and who wants to listen to somebody who can hardly make a point? So this Belle's blog articulate, funny, poignant, pseudo-deep had me all wowed and jealous. I couldn't seem to find any flaw in her writing and it drove me mad. I didn't want to question her lifestyle, it's nothing very shocking really (I mean come on already) and eventually fell in love with her. There is this woman, who, according to me, has struck a perfect balance between her independence and responsibilities, her freedom and emotions. I can relate to her choice of profession and her preference to remain anonymous to the world. She hasn't made a secret of her reasons and she manages not to sound hypocritical! Hats off to you lady, have a good life wherever you are and I really enjoyed reading you.