ALL DIRTY THINGS MUST HAVE AN ENDING.
Often i laughed at people being sentimental about virtual friendships and anonymous experiences. But as i age and as i lose anonymous spaces in an increasingly data hungry world dominated by mentality of data commodification ,my appreciation for this simplistic forum grows exponentially. The freedom that we experienced here was unparalleled , and it was only in the extreme cases that someone was banned by moderators. But during past few years the forum appeared to have lost its sheen, with level of abuses growing manifold , and users indulging in acrimonious altercations and trolling - a reflection of changes in wider society of which we all are a part. But regardless, we all shared something beautiful here. For good or bad, I am going to miss those late night chats and stories, that sense of familiarity and comfort and vicarious warmth. Somehow the decadence of this place has followed my own decadence. When i first appeared here in mid 2017, i had no idea what this place was all about. And i thought people here were crazy, i went to the extent of even accusing some , calling them maniac. I was very arrogant and supercilious, but gradually members of this forum humbled me with their wisdom, their experiences, their knowledge, their warmth, their courage, their sacrifices, their struggles, their tears, their wit and their simplicity. My engagement with members here was peripheral and i didn't try to get to know others much personally, whatever i got to know about them was through their public posts. But this tenuousness of bond, this non imposing, non obligatory thread of friendship and camaraderie , is what gave this place its charm (at least for me). par ab kya likhe bachpan se jawani, jawani se budapa-- zindagi ephemeral hai
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