Friday, December 26, 2008

Little Insight

I don’t have any hope of being a profound writer, nor to be known as the writer of the century or millennium or what ever you say for that mater ;-). However, what I believe is that writing is an art, which grows along with your inner child. With each passing day some body inside you is getting mature and at this stage, every time it faces with new challenges, it would be difficult to find some one to share its world. So, in such a situation whom to count up on??

Writing gives your inner child that space, a vacuum that could be filled by a good friend (one who is genuinely interested in your stories and who reflects back on it) one who can comprehend what we mean to say, in short a pleasurable company, and a medium to express itself. When world leaves you alone, when you feel you stand alone in the midst of crowd, when you are not able to feel the pulse of your life….you can count up on your this companion.

The idea is quite simple. For instance, take the case of a bathroom singer. The songs they crows may not be appealing to the world outside the bathroom, but ask them (bathroom singers) what a relief it is for him to sign aloud in the bathroom. You feel you are the best.

Similarly writing for oneself, for our own self is worth a million dollar goldmine, in fact even more than that. It makes you realize how great it feels to be you. Recollecting the number of problems you have encountered, your heartaches, the no. of times you were successful in bringing smile on somebody’s face; the mere realization of that makes you feel hearty, fine, and ready for the next battle.

Until my next encounter with life.

Lovingly yours,

Haritha

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