Why I write…

65 days. It has been 65 days since I last posted in my blog. Why did I stop? I do not know. I could say I was too busy with college and pre-board exams and what not, but that would just be making excuses. I did not post because I did not write. I did not write because I forgot why I write. However, now I remember.

I write because I like it. It is as simple as that. I like writing, letting my emotions take form of words in a paper, creating characters and giving them powers and abilities that I will never have. I like writing because through it I can create a world of my imagination, where the sky is red and the apple is blue, and Hedwig never died. I can create an alternate universe where my workshop teacher is a vampire slayer, my classmate is a ghost in an abandoned lighthouse. I can give life to non living things, make windows sentient, and have them argue with each other. I can see my words rhyme, and create a detective who solves a crime. All that was cramped inside my head, I can let it all flow out, and even if its crazy, stupid or weird, I feel proud, and I like that feeling.

Why do I share it?

I don’t know. I write, and I could keep it to myself. But I feel like I should share it. Everytime before I post, I am afraid. Afraid of being judged, afraid of being criticised, afraid of being misunderstood, or afraid of being understood correctly and being laughed at. I ask myself, “Is this worth it?” but before I think of the answer, I share it. Then I realise. In this big, big world, there will always be atleast one person who might read my writing, be inspired by it, or relate to it, or enjoy it, or just find some joy from reading it. For someone out there, I am giving shape to their own imagination. Every post I write, is like a letter, telling that one person, “You are not alone.” Realising this reminds me why I write. Even if my writings are bad, stupid, crazy, weird or just a plain trash, for that one person, it is a beautiful trash. So, I write, and I share, because for that one person that I didn’t even know existed, my writing might be just what they needed. That is what I think, because that is how I feel when I hear other’s stories. I relate to them, and I hope someone relates to me.

So, if you are that person who was waiting for my post, I am sorry that I haven’t posted for so long. I am going to write and post when I can. I guess college can really get in the way of my blog.(I should correct that in my bio.) Sorry, if this post was unusual. I usually hand-write a draft, and then upload it, making some adjustments, which I did not do with this post, because I thought it should be more honest and straight from the heart. So, stay awesome. And if you are facing a tough time, hold your head high, look up at the sky, and give a big smile. Nothing lasts forever. Not even my break from blogging.

I apologize if this post felt awkward.

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Three Things I do Well

Its really difficult to pick three things I do well, but when I think about it, there seem to be three things that I am so good at, that I tend to do them instinctively. They are almost like second nature to me, and I execute them perfectly, either consciously or unconsciously. They are: 1) Dodging questions 2) Messing things up (especially friendships) and 3) Daydreaming.

I believe I am really good at dodging questions when I am in a tight spot. I do it so well that not only do I deviate a question with an irrelevant reply, I make it seem as if its the right direction for some time too. I tend to dodge difficult questions and get away with it unscathed. Well, except in my exams. This trick, sadly, doesn’t seem to do so well in exams.

The second thing I am an overachiever in is messing things up. I take something, and try to make it better, but in the end I over do it, and turn it into a hot, ugly mess. I have a tendency of messing up friendships. I try making it better, and although I often succeed, I would be lying if I said that I don’t have a big pile of broken friendships.

The final thing I am good at is daydreaming. I am so good at it that I do it with my eyes wide open, staring into the abyss that doesn’t even exist.(Actually thats how everyone does it, I guess.) I can do it anywhere, anytime. The teacher will be teaching in front of the class, and I would be in a dream where the class is interrupted by an alien invasion, and we all end up fighting them off with newly found superpowers. I could be at the dinner table, and my mind would be dreaming a scenario that has a negative ninety percent chance of actually occurring in real life.

So am I weird? Well, a certain friend told me I definitely am. Is that a bad thing? I don’t think so. Will I stop doing these things from now? I probably won’t. Afterall, these are three things I do really well.

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