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How total strangers can collaborate and create something worthy is absolutely amazing. It makes me think that human evolution itself is a reflection of collective collaboration of our minds (Darwin might not like it from up there, but it is okay). It can do wonders, I tell you.
Blogging has been an integral part of my life. I have so many friends now and we started off by genuinely reading and commenting on each other’s blogs. This amuses me, how we connect, that is. Any blogger for that matter, an introvert, a drama queen, a social networking addict, a passive one, a hyperactive one, a nerdy one of course J all of these characteristics can be fittingly masked by the ingenuity that he/ she is a blogger. When I introduce someone as my blogger friend, I am always beaming with pride ^_^

I met this wonderful bunch of blogger friends, thanks to the internal blog system my ex-employer had. We had an eventful time to say the least. A conversation with one of them or a group chat has this unbelievable dynamism that invigorates all your grey matter and you are left with more creative stuff to write. There is synergy at its best. I miss reading their blogs now.
Couldn't help but use this picture. (Source - Google)

I met this wonderful bunch of bloggers, thanks to Blogadda’s Game of blogs; who are go-getting, ambitious and fun! Got to just wait and see what is in store for us.


  1. Nice post. Did you meet them in person? I have so far met 3 bloggers in person. All 3 were visiting from India. At our invitation, one even stayed in our home for a few days.

    1. Thanks SG!!! You are one of the Blogeroos !! :D Isn't it wonderful to have them home? :)
      I have met most of them in person when I was in Chennai. That is one of the reasons I love Chennai. :)
      We have been to so many places together :D Nostalgiccc!

  2. Nice one Rohini. Thanks to blog adda, that i got a true friend like you.

  3. We are also participating in Game of Blogs - Dynamic Wordweavers. Collaborative story-writing is a great experience, and I am enjoying it :)

    Destination Infinity


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