I dropped by my friend’s new blog a few minutes ago and going through her posts made me want to write a little too.
To be very honest I have lost all that urge to write about things….I want to write about fantastic stories which have never been a part of my life and are just a figment of my imagination. I am going to hopefully be able to explore all that again.
Well its late at night and i was on the phone. I came outside to talk and breathed in March. I don’t know what it is about this month. For me, it has always been beautiful. And i don’t mean for the obvious reasons. P:
For me March has always been about spring and that distinct smell of nature and earth and moisture in the air. I can’t explain it, I don’t know it but it feels like being born again.
So I stared at the bright moon and decided to bring my laptop out. I watched an episode of How I Met Your Mother, sitting in the balcony…the newest season is getting less funny and more retrospective (also a little less boring than the note on which it started). At any rate, my point is…writing is something i will never abandon.
Writing can treat me as its stubborn, rebellious kid. I come back to it when I want to, sometimes by forcing myself and sometimes by my own free will. It always embraces me. Perhaps SOME fine day, when I am finally able to sort through the loud silences in my head, I will be a great and famous writer like I have always dreamed.
Until then, its just me being irregular, uncertain and often hopeless….
Oh and before I forget, do visit her blog if you happen to visit mine 🙂
Cheers everyone, happy March…
Until next time, whenever that may be