Yes I have a secret love which I'm gonna tell you all today.
Hmmmm... and what is it ?
Though it started way back but I never realized. There are things which you carry somewhere behind your back but you dont know. I remember when I was very small, may be 10yrs old, I used to write a personal diary...a daily diary. Don't even remember now what I used to write . May be something like what I did , my lunch menu, my scores at school , what and whom I hated. what I liked, what my best friend said and may be about my crushes, etc etc ... Unfortunately I destroyed that diary few years ago because when I read it after 10 years I felt so embarassed about what all stupid things I wrote. What will anyone think about me if he or she reads it ... Gosh cant take it. They are gonna tease me :( But today I think I should have kept it. Afterall that was my childhood and that's how I was ... however stupid !
Later when I found the guy of my dreams (I was still in my secondary school. But that's another interesting story to write :-] ) , the diary writing took the form of letter writing. Yes! "love letters" . The letters used to be so long that Ashish used to literally get fed up with a long 4-5 page letter every day ! And when I insisted for a reply, he used to give me a letter once in a fortnight small paragraphs just in 1/2 a page :( which literally annoyed me at that time but later I realized, it's Not his fault ! He simply couldn't write as much as I could.
I never realized that I would actually love to write. Yes it's my secret love... "Writing"
I know I am not a eminent writer. Neither do I write anything different nor do I have a exclusive set of words. I dont even know if anyone would be ever interested in reading whatever I write, except my parents who just love whatever I do. As simple as saying that I am not a professional writer, actually can not even be counted as a writer. Just love to express myself through writing. I love to write whatever I feel. I love to pen down whatever my experiences are. It's just a mirroring of my day to day life and my thoughts.
So when did I realize that I enjoy writing .For this, again I need to thank my bundle of joy, Shreyansh. Love you son. Muah Muah ... It's when I started to write my first blog about my feeling and experiences as a Mum, I started to enjoy writing more than ever. And now I want to write more. My fingers just move on and on , non-stop , typing when I start to write. At times, it's like my fingers want to type more and I fall short of thoughts. Now what's that ? Dont know. But that is how it is. Still discovering my love for writing.... yet to explore what all I want to write.
So let's keep it simple... I am not a writer but I love to write.
Hmmmm... and what is it ?
Though it started way back but I never realized. There are things which you carry somewhere behind your back but you dont know. I remember when I was very small, may be 10yrs old, I used to write a personal diary...a daily diary. Don't even remember now what I used to write . May be something like what I did , my lunch menu, my scores at school , what and whom I hated. what I liked, what my best friend said and may be about my crushes, etc etc ... Unfortunately I destroyed that diary few years ago because when I read it after 10 years I felt so embarassed about what all stupid things I wrote. What will anyone think about me if he or she reads it ... Gosh cant take it. They are gonna tease me :( But today I think I should have kept it. Afterall that was my childhood and that's how I was ... however stupid !
Later when I found the guy of my dreams (I was still in my secondary school. But that's another interesting story to write :-] ) , the diary writing took the form of letter writing. Yes! "love letters" . The letters used to be so long that Ashish used to literally get fed up with a long 4-5 page letter every day ! And when I insisted for a reply, he used to give me a letter once in a fortnight small paragraphs just in 1/2 a page :( which literally annoyed me at that time but later I realized, it's Not his fault ! He simply couldn't write as much as I could.
I never realized that I would actually love to write. Yes it's my secret love... "Writing"
I know I am not a eminent writer. Neither do I write anything different nor do I have a exclusive set of words. I dont even know if anyone would be ever interested in reading whatever I write, except my parents who just love whatever I do. As simple as saying that I am not a professional writer, actually can not even be counted as a writer. Just love to express myself through writing. I love to write whatever I feel. I love to pen down whatever my experiences are. It's just a mirroring of my day to day life and my thoughts.
So when did I realize that I enjoy writing .For this, again I need to thank my bundle of joy, Shreyansh. Love you son. Muah Muah ... It's when I started to write my first blog about my feeling and experiences as a Mum, I started to enjoy writing more than ever. And now I want to write more. My fingers just move on and on , non-stop , typing when I start to write. At times, it's like my fingers want to type more and I fall short of thoughts. Now what's that ? Dont know. But that is how it is. Still discovering my love for writing.... yet to explore what all I want to write.
So let's keep it simple... I am not a writer but I love to write.
