|Feb 16-17, 2013|
What writing means to me?
I was fascinated with writing. Being a writer was so distant to me. I remembered a poem in which there was a spelling mistake. My English teacher told me that poets have every right to skip grammar and spellings to enhance the beauty of their poems. I thought I could become a poet and started writing poems. I was bad at both spelling and grammar, considering it a qualification I wrote a lot of trash that I call poems.
Whenever I felt lonely I started writing a story and lived in it. Whenever I was happy I wrote something and multiplied the happiness. My blog was there with me during my thick and thin. Writing is one thing that gave me an ambition, a reason to live and something that makes me want every next dawn. Writing gave me a life, a meaning to my life. I wake up each day to improve a little in writing. I look forward to every tomorrow with a dream of becoming worthy enough to be a writer.
Writing gave me a lot of friends, gave hope to my family that I could be something someday. Writing gave me a lot of happy moments- thanks to Indiblogger and Blogadda. Writing gave me the Chennai Bloggers club; I love CBC a lot. Writing gave me something that really means a lot to me that i wont reveal here; something i consider life. I earn enough but even if someone says there was a contest for Re.1 for writing I would toil as hard as I can to get that Re.1. Every paise writing gives me is special to me. Every badge I get is so special to me.
What writing means to me? I still can’t explain that. Maybe I will improve further and one day I will be able to explain exactly how I feel about writing.
I always wanted to tell it out; cry out what a big loser i would have been if i had not started writing. Thanks a lot Blogadda. I feel a lot better now after all those tears that dropped out when i wrote this.
This article is very close to my heart and will always remain my favorite :)