[The wonderful Deepa tagged me to do the 'Why I Write' blog hop. Me being me, had to procrastinate and let the idea fester in my mind before I could start. So here it is. I tag the Zinal Bhadra, Egeedee, Surya Bhattacharya and PeeVee.]
Why do I write?
I write to keep my sanity. Very often I find myself tethering along the edge between normal and crazy. And writing, helps me achieve that balance.
I write to make sense of the world, of the things in my head. Writing helps me see things in a new perspective.
I write because I learnt not to judge people by their face-value. Every person has a story.
I write because there are so many characters in my head. Every person I meet I try to fit them in my hypothetical novel that I have started and stopped numerous times in my head.
I write to lessen my burden.
I write because growing up I felt like I never had a voice.
I write to ease my anxiety.
I write to relive and preserve beautiful moments because that is what makes a person rich. Not wealth.
I write to feel less lonely.
I write because sometimes reality is too monotonous.
I write because I can’t help it. It is a fluid motion and I can’t stop it.
This blog isn’t my only outlet. I have a personal journal where I scribble away. Once I take a step back and look at what I’ve written, I see things in a whole new light.
Over the years writing had become my savior. As an angsty teenager I used to furiously writing in my Nightingale diary. I remember hiding it in places where nobody could find it. Writing has been the only constant in my life, when there were days where I felt I couldn’t talk with anybody I turned to my diary. I was that weirdo who started out with ‘Dear Diary..’ because my diary wasn’t a non living thing, she was my friend. My non judgmental, welcoming friend, who was always interested in what I had to say.
I write because writing is my solace, it is my comfort, my joy and my safe place.