Writing or blogging?
Writing or blogging? It was the kind of dinner where the host(ess) invites a motley group of people because she cannot decide who to fit with whom does not want to be trapped in some particular person/s’ company alone has to return the (dinner) favour but cannot spare time and effort or has no inclination to host them separately. So, there we were, nearly 24 people, some of whom I had seen on some occasions elsewhere, a couple of them I could even nod or smile at. But I did not know any of them well and of course, they were unaware of my existence. It was a rather smallish room for this big a crowd and the focus could only be on the person sitting to your left or right at a time. I listened to the conversation floating around me, there was some very good poetry recitation, much how-is-so-and-so, and with nearly all of them being older than I am, a lot of exchange of health news and serious medical advice from everyone, all non-doctors, present there. And then the mome...