See first of all I would like to mention that this is not a
piece of fiction, so if I’ve referred you on my blog saying I write fiction,
you should rather see my old posts. This and again this post is solely rather
dedicated to my time away from here. I seriously doubt I have a single regular
reader but even if you randomly visit my blog you must have noticed the sudden
decline in my number of posts. See, for me writing was a way of escaping
reality. Some people read, I used to write, plain and simple. So for the past
six- seven months or so I’ve been happy, satisfied and jocund, which I consider
the biggest reason for me to not write anything because I didn’t really had my
demons to fight with, I had my angels. I didn’t felt the need to go and write
shit down in order to redeem myself from the turmoil’s building inside of me
for there were none. I am happy.
As I had already said, writing for me was my way of escaping
reality. I was the literal God. I created people and destroyed at my own will.
I could put my own self in any condition and end it the way I want it to be. I
didn’t have any limitations. The sense of power that you get when you see
writing that way becomes addictive, which I think is one of the reasons that
writers addicted to writing have to, HAVE to write something or the other every
day.
In the past few months, I’ve had the privilege of going
through the writing of other mortals that have made me kind of doubt myself as
a writer and/or as a thinker. I’ve been active on twitter which gave me the
chance to see people writing beautifully in just 140 characters. I tried
writing something in that limit but always seem to fail. I think I still need a
bigger platform, hence this post. Also I’ve read some amazing blogs over the
last few days, one of them being foreverawkwardsandlearning.blogspot.in. This
is run by a girl named Harnidh Kaur, a history student. The main and most
probably the only reason I’m sharing it here because her writing needs to get
out more. I’ve been here since over a year and if I can get a few of you guys
to read her stuff, my purpose of sharing it would’ve succeeded. She or actually
her writings gave me my actual reason of why I didn’t wanted to write anymore.
According to her writings, I am now saved. I don’t have the
urge to write anything now. Me, who used to call myself a writer has now
realize I was just a storyteller, the stories being the happenings in my mind
which came out in words forming different stories.
So, summing up I hope whoever ends up reading it have the
time to go through my other writings because, not to brag or anything, they are
good. I hope you be as happy as I like to believe I am.
