My year ends here

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I will not be blogging anymore in 2008.

Be safe everyone. Be happy.

Comments

The Girl from Lokhandwala said…
Please reconsider. Please? I totally respect your decision but do know that you'll be missed v much.
11:08 AM
Anonymous said…
Then I await 2009.
anumita
12:19 PM
Anonymous said…
Thanks and same to you too Mukta! See you soon, in 2009
12:52 PM
Anonymous said…
How sad :(
now that I'm kind of addicted to reading your blogs and you won't write for one whole month :( as The Idle Devil said please reconsider, please..just a request :)
5:29 PM
Mukta Raut said…
Hi all,

I am feeling really empty...sick and empty. I lost someone very close in the blasts. And it's just hard to write anymore. Perhaps I will get over it sooner...it's just that I think I have written enough for this year.
6:10 PM
Ajay Reddy said…
I was going to ask you to reconsider too.
My condolences about your loss. A friend of mine was seriously injured in one of the Delhi serial blasts recently, and I can only imagine your anguish.
Hope people understand the futility and utter foolishness of killing others.

~Ajay
9:06 PM
Aries said…
Thanks for all the posts in 2008. I wish we could do something to ease the pain. Take care. We will await 2009.
9:46 PM
The Girl from Lokhandwala said…
Didnt know, I'm really very sorry to hear that. I cannot imagine the pain you're going through. Hugs. Keep in touch just to tell us how you are...if you can. Else, whenever you're back...take care of yourself.
8:52 AM
Anonymous said…
I'm so sorry!! May those who have done this rot in hell..Amen!!
I'll pray that you get over it soon and may the one who has lost his/her life get place in heaven!

hugs
3:34 PM
Anonymous said…
Deepest condolences Mukta. The last week has not been fair to a lot of our people. May your friend rest in peace. And may you find the strength to be back here soon. Take Care.
5:40 PM
Anonymous said…
Hey Mukta,
Really sorry to hear that. Take care. Hope to see you back here soon.
Sushma
10:02 AM
Anonymous said…
My first reaction was: What new natak is this?

My second reaction was: Ah 2008. Smart. Almost got me there.

My third reaction was: Sigh. Your comment. I felt like a heel about reactions 1 & 2

My fourth reaction is: So sorry for your loss... come back soon, there are plenty of folks here who'll be waiting :)
6:02 PM
Satandit said…
~Really sad to hear about your loss, my heart goes out to you. Hope you feel better and come back, if nothing else to vent,to heal,to repair the damage. Take care, and be strong~
3:12 PM
I scribble here said…
happy new year Mukta! you will be missed so come back soon
and theres something for u in my blog
12:30 PM
White Magpie said…
My close friend's uncle was ATS chief Karkare. Life extinguishes in a snap. It's better not to spend time in remorse. Won't advise anything but do what you are good at irrespective of what happens.
1:25 PM
Anonymous said…
Please don't do this mukta...

I am a regular reader of your blog!

sayoni
1:04 PM
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