Writing is an addiction. A good one that is. And when you have a personal blog where you write your thoughts, your opinions and everything that going on in your mind. You ain't scared of being judged, for your friends already know you and readers don't really get what you are trying to say.
There are times when you are low and you write. There are times when you are too happy and share that with the whole world. There are times when you are lonely and writing becomes your companion. And there are times when you don't have any reason to write, yet you do.
I have heard the stories of the letter era. When people wrote to each other. It used to take a week to fifteen days for a letter to reach. A mother waited for her son's letter, a girl for her soon-to-be husband's letter. In the movies they showed how the heroine cried while writing the letter to the love of her life. Tears dropping on that old piece of parchment, spreading the ink, making it difficult to read. I used to laugh at it initially. Then my grandmother told me her stories, mother shared hers. I started developing emotions and sensitiveness towards such things. Instead of laughing, I started crying after watching such scenes.
By the time I was of the age when I had relationships, e-mails were a pretty new phenomenon. My first ever letter was an e-mail. Sadly I lost the account too and the e-mail too. But I vaguely remember writing a super sentimental mail which was "inspired" by several movie dialogues that I could twist enough to make them sound original. I remember paying a good 60 rupees for the cyber cafe access - which was equivalent to my college meal money for two days.
And now I blog. About everything. These entries stay here as a reminder. Of my thoughts and my mood. My highs and my lows. They remind me of people I met and people I lost. Some came along while some left behind. The thing that made me happy last year, made me very sad this year. How strange life was back then. How difficult it seemed then. And now when I look at the same life from this point, it seems less difficult, rather not difficult at all compared to the current life.
And every time I think I have written a lousy post. And after a year, the same post seems so awesome. Every time. The current time is difficult and bad, the same time from future seems easy. Isn't it all in our minds? And I digress again from the main topic. Wait, was was it? Ah, no not really digressing.
Writing is my addiction too. But my arm acts up and reminds me to stay away.ReplyDelete
I have always written. Diaries, letters, and also stories. Since I was 16 I have started on various novels that got lost down the years.
They say writing is the best therapy so dear, whatever it is that is difficult, I hope it gets better. They say time heals all wounds but here is another one: Life can only be understood backwards but must be lived forward.
This too shall pass:) Hugs
Writing is not an addiction. It is therapy. It cleanses the soul. For us, especially us, it comes when we have need of it. Sometimes, it is almost, almost better than chocolate. :)ReplyDelete
All in the mind, it is!! :) Writing is the best way to let go of so many things that kinda bind you, to nothing!! Writing heals...and if friends/readers come along as a result of it, great! :)ReplyDelete
Write on, Nnnn :D
For me it is a pastime between my long hiberanations. But I agree with Neha that what we think a lousy now seems to be a worthwhile one later.ReplyDelete
Writing is a way to bust your boredom, frustration ...or any other thing. I too remember writing lovelorn letters and then switched to emails. Now it all seems so funny :DReplyDelete
These are the archives of the moments you have experienced and you can adore later.ReplyDelete
A Beautiful Experience.
This is one record of what is going on which if available in future will help one take a trip down the memory lane.
I find it to be a beautiful experience.ReplyDelete
For me, it is more of clearing my thoughts. Also, it really feels nice to go back and read the stuff you wrote some days back. Feels like an autobiography!ReplyDelete
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Writing is therapeutic!! Letters, emails and now the blogs are great ways to express and communicate!! And definitely reading them after a period of time is simply a wonderful nostalgic feeling!!ReplyDelete