when I was a child, I used to pass my days by reading books. and thus slowly I fall in love with words and letters. Even at some point my ambition was to become an author. But as I grew up, I realized that whatever I can be, I can never write a book. But still...I love writing.
I used to write diaries, now I fill my journal whenever I feel like doing so. I even have a separate journal for the off periods in college. and thus writing is still on. I write about my feelings, my passions, my happiness, my sorrows, my failures, my success, my love, my pain: MY LIFE.
I don't want anyone to read my journal... cause I'm naked there. but at the same time, all my writings are for someone.. I want someone to come and read and understand me. and then one day soumyadip told me that he has started blogging. I blogged once more which died prematurely. but at the 2nd time I gave blogging another try, and voila!!! It was the exact thing that I was looking for.
the people who knows me won't ever find this, but some faceless starngers from different part of the globe started reading my 'meaningless crap's. and slowly the faceless starngers became friends. when I started blogging, I only knew one blogger, i.e, soumyadip, and now I know loads of them. and moreover, I know soum better.
and thus I started writing....and I keep on writing...and slowly i got addicted to blogging. The Blog became a balcony for me. a balcony where I can take a break from the hustles of my daily life, a balcony where I can go and sit and watch stars along with a coffee, a balcony where I meet my friends, a balcony without which the home called life would become so dull that living would get boring.
and I keep on blogging...
