Hey Everyone,
Why I write… Indeed. I have so many whys to think of already. Most of all, I write because I just can’t talk. Since childhood, I have been writing in my diary and then I started blogs. Being an avid reader myself, I have a fair idea of what people like to read.
Funnily enough, I never wrote what others like to read. Instead, I wrote what I liked to write. I wrote when I was sad, I wrote when I was happy. I still remember the day when post-breakup, I wrote my story on a blog. That seemed to be the only way to tell the world and my loved ones that I was not wrong, he was.
I write when I get cornered by people who are heavily opinionated and I cannot think of a perfect comeback. I write when I come across anything disturbing on TV or on social media. I write because a piece of me just wants to be heard. I write because I love happy endings and not many real stories have them these days. I write because books are my only passion. I write because written words are my fortress and I love to be hidden in them.
I feel safe with the familiar sound of typing on my keyboard or the swish of my pen on paper. I love the way I can just say everything I hold close to my heart when I write. I love the way I write with abandon. I love the way the written words can change lives, spread joy, awaken conscience and address pain. I write because I love writing. I love the person I become when I write so I write..
I write because I keep books on my bedside table and I write because someday I want to be the name on the cover of a book someone would keep by their bedside.