Once upon a time, I used to write a lot. Nothing specific..just random thoughts. I would scribble in my diary everyday and my diaries were brimming with details..sometimes elaborate details of my daily events..of family, friends, crushes, fights, laughter, love and hurt :)(Yeah, a lot of you would agree that this is a natural order of events)..I had several personal diaries stacked up my shelf..
One random day, i picked one of them and started sifting through the pages..As I read excerpts, all the memories came rushing back in an instant...The unfortunate part was that along with the good ones were the bad ones too...and cumulatively, the recap did not make me smile..it hurt and made me sad..Honestly! the pain I felt at that point (from the sad events obviously) overrid the happiness..
That made me realise that those diaries were having me hold on to things that I so desperately wanted to let go of...I still have those diaries somewhere...but from that day...I stopped writing..
I know it's weird..almost ridiculous because writing is not about maintaining a diary..but well!! it's true.. and that is precisely why I could not WRITE anything..anymore.
Now, after some thought and some inclination towards 'wanting to write again'..I've decided to give it a shot...I candidly confess that I don't have the aptitude..nor the patience to write but I am going to try....
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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