ZAT’S ALL FOR NOW, FOLKS!

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The time has come to bid farewell to the #BlogchatterA2ZChallenge2025. Twenty-five exciting days have gone by, with many of us bloggers trying to beat time by sticking to the alphabet in all kinds of zany ways. It was a period of intense activity for all, I am sure, trying to juggle work, play, recreation and a writing schedule which could not be ignored.


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The wonderful Blogchatter team had asked us all to create a list of topics well in advance so that we would not be left scratching our heads at the last moment. However, some folks rarely take good advice. So, there I was on April 1st, having travelled all the way from Cochin to Johannesburg, with not an iota of an idea in my head.

One look at Zo and Sam, and the four-legged duo, and I had found my muse(s)! There was also a hint of a selfish motive because I realised that this would be a good way to showcase everything we did here with the kids to the great-grandmothers, the grandmothers and grandfathers (our siblings) and our umpteen relatives and friends.


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Every evening, we would all have a discussion on what aspect of our holiday I could write on. Many were the choices handed out by Zo and Sam, some brilliant and some frankly crazy. When they got back from school, their first query after some horseplay with the dogs would be, “Mooma, what is your letter for tomorrow?” P also had some prompts which I was prompt in using.

Thus, whenever we went out for a meal, a celebration, a restaurant, or even a drive, photographs had to be taken, and since V’s mobile camera is the best, I am sure he is going to end up with no space, and much deleting to do.

The actual writing did not take much time, maybe because I was writing on everyone I love, and everything I enjoy. On some days, when we were out all days, it would turn into a bit of a rush, because Johannesburg is three and a half hours behind India. Which meant that I had to complete my blog post at least by eight in the evening so that I could upload it on Blogrolls and share it on Facebook.

This was an opportunity to read the posts of many bloggers whose writing I had always admired, and to appreciate the myriad ways in which alphabets could be used. Reading others’ posts, commenting and sharing them on Twitter was a frequent activity. I am afraid I did not stick to Sundays for this pleasurable activity, but did it whenever I got a rare free moment, away from sticky fingers and bear hugs.


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This may also be the moment to thank the Blogchatter team for all that they do for us – before and during every challenge. They often have pre-videos to let us know what they expect, they patiently listen to our doubts and reply to them, they create the most adorable stickers and just to boost our morale, they give us achievement stickers that we flaunt proudly on social media, all the while adding points to our total tally.


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Having been part of Blogchatter for the last few years, I can safely say that it has been an enriching experience. Not only have I been able to hone my writing over various challenging tasks, but I also have made many writer friends, who have influenced my own writing style as well. Whenever I have reached out to the Blogchatter team, they have always helped me out, doing their best to iron out any issues that I may have had.

As the April #BlogchatterA2ZChallenge2025 comes to an end, may I wish my fellow bloggers all the very best in their writing, and may Blogchatter go on in leaps and bounds, with their amazing tasks and challenges, their offline and online meets, and in the way they continue to foster bonhomie and good cheer amongst the community.

As for my Zo and Sam chronicles, it is time to say goodbye to this present chapter, but as they grow in years, there will be much more to be added, something which I look forward to. They will always remain my muses. After all, as the Hindi saying goes, “Ghar ki khheti hain!” (It is home grown!)

And zat's all for now, folks! Au revoir!


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I am participating in the #BlogchatterA2ZChallenge2025.

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Comments

  1. marietta pereira4/30/2025 09:41:00 PM

    You write really well. So simple and straight from the heart.Hope to read more of your posts.

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    1. deepti menon6/03/2025 08:11:00 PM

      Thank you so much, Marietta! That's so sweet of you! ☺️

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  2. tailgater5/20/2025 03:04:00 PM

    The best hangout ever on a game day! There is nothing like tailgaters to unite fans. Excellent cuisine, outstanding service, and an unparalleled sports atmosphere. I will definitely return with the gang!
    game day near me

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