When I was thirteen, I started writing – it was crude, unpolished not sophisticated that continued until much later till got a few ideas about form, rhythm, and content.

Then my journey as a writer started.

I have been an introvert throughout my life and I still am the same. The idea of meeting people, expressing myself to others gives me chills.

But the stories I have, the emotions I feel, the frustrations I get needs an avenue to be expressed.

I am always jealous of the people who can express themselves with others, but with me it is not a very easy thing. Writing is my weapon to express myself to the others. It has also let me taste the world of others as well as my own through my own eyes.

As Anaïs Nin has said “We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”

I live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.

Reading my words, what I wrote, how I was lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way I saw the world, its colours and textures and sounds, I felt–I felt the way others thought, hoped, felt, dreamed.

“If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.” ― Stephen King.

When I write I feel I am dreaming and thinking and feeling with others.

This is a feeling which connects me to the world, to its emotions, to its darkness, to its light. It makes me feel complete. Being an avid reader I have understood a great philosophy of writing:

“If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” ― Toni Morrison.

I have not written many books but the short stories, the “Blog-posts”, the poems are all what I want to read which has not yet been written. It has given me to live the life of my own in the way I want to live. I can express myself better, I can tell the story which forms in my mind as

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”

As everyone else I have also gone through much turmoil in my life. I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear; my courage is reborn.

This is what makes me go to writing every time I am down, depressed, elated, over the cloud. When I start to write it is the same feeling as always, staring the blank page; the scariest feeling.

But as the water can’t flow till you turn on the faucet I force myself to start and the words start to roll; the picture is formed. The feeling to painting the imaginary world with words is what gives me the energy to go on with the life.

Author Bio


Is a wordsmith, a reader and an enthusiastic social butterfly and she loves all things containing letters. She finds technology and gadgets simply sexy and tempting. She is a genuinely fun, helpful and very friendly person, often helping new bloggers find their way.

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