To comment or not to comment

I have started on 3 blogs and got really hooked on to them.
One is a photoblog with an entry for each day since 2005.
The other are witty and evocative commentaries on everyday India - one of them a hugely popular blog.

Many a times the posts are so complete in style and substance, that they leave little to be said other than the vapid "Wow!" and "Me too"s.

I have succumbed to the temptations of leaving some comments here and there just to show that I was there. But they are inane and redundant - and I know that.
But I have stopped doing that now - I just go and check them regulalry without commenting.

That's one issue with me - if I am seeing something that moves me, I have to tell it that I am there.
Sabby, the sleeping giant, had the quality that he could walk up behind you every day, hear you singing, smile and go back. And never let you know he was there. Or leave a flower at your doorstep in the morning, and never mention it. And when I went wild over - Why don't you tell her it was you! - he would just laugh heartily at my impatience.

Where does my impatience take me - disturbing the serenity of that which I see,
Where does his languid patience take him - silent and unknown to most, but himself.