When I first came to Perth, I did not notice much grey in my hair. Maybe a strand here or there, but nothing to worry about. A year later, things changed. My hair started turning grey in a way I could not ignore. Some friends told me it was stress. Moving to a new country, starting over, learning to build a life from the ground up. Stress can show up in strange ways, they said. I nodded, but I also had my own theory. Back home, as children we were told that salt makes your hair turn white faster. If salt had that kind of power, then why not salty water? I convinced myself that the Perth water was the reason my hair was changing. It made sense to me. I am yet to discover any scientific experiment, if any. But for now, that's a topic for another blog post. And then I noticed something else. The speed at which our hair fall. All of a sudden grey hair do not bother us anymore. The amount of hair I lost every week was shocking. Friends and acquaintances shared the same story. Almost ...
Some of my friends still update their blogs, though less often than they once did. I stepped away from mine for a long stretch, (lost a year or two in between) despite how much I valued it. That absence feels like a loss. And it is. The shift is easy to explain. This is the age of social media and vlogging, where video dominates attention. Readers, even those who could easily turn to text, often prefer images and voices on a screen. Newspapers have seen the same decline. For those who once relied on print, television and digital media now deliver news instantly. Even major outlets fight for shrinking audiences, with survival tied to depth and serious analysis. And that's my excuse of my failure to blog more consistently? Of course, for bloggers, the space has narrowed. I feel that our audience is even smaller. The influence weaker. Yet I am not ready to abandon mine. I want to keep it alive, even if posting comes only once in a blue moon. But when that moon rises, it makes ...