Those three dots…

My blogs and writings abound in three dots. I have a fascination for them since goodness-knows-when. To a casual observer, they may be mere dots lined together. But to me, they confer a world of meaning to those unfinished (and sometimes finished ones also) sentences of mine which are best left unfinished. Ending the sentence with a single full stop gives them an air of finality. The continuum of life and everything associated with that is lost with a single dot. There’s a horrible connotation of finality in a single, lonely dot tagged after a mundane sentence.

On the other hand, three dots open a whole new world of possibilities to explore, rave, reflect, think and ramble… There is something akin to hope in those three dots, that, not even a comma can express. The uses of other punctuation marks pale in front of those three dots. I wonder why the archaic poets didn’t write anything about the three dots…