My blog is for my people.
Anybody who adds to my life, anyone who helps me get by...is here.
I don't write because I want attention. I don't write because I want to be called as the 'girl who writes well' by the 'junta' I don't give a damn about. I write only because there are people who deserve to be written about. There are certain things I cannot just say, either because the emotions are too complex or too sensitive to be corrupt using words.
People write fashion, art, music and philosophy. I, write people.
I love literature because it helps me understand people and their reactions, which I would not have understood otherwise. Literature releases me from the shackles of silence. My pen, my paper, my blog...all the instruments I use to make myself heard. Not as an act of cowardice, but as an act of intrepidity, an act of valiance that needs no propaganda. It's just my words, my voice. Everything I write is intimately interwoven with the reality of my life. Every word bears a part of my existence. Every sentence that goes into my writing, is a testimony to everything I face with each passing day.
The words floating in my head, although haphazard, put my life into focus. When I think, I think in the form of words. When I imagine, I imagine in the form of whole sentences. My writing is a mirror which shows me my life, and also to the ones who might wish to see.
I hold my writings very close to my heart and at a very elevated stature. My life is not an exhibition, it is not a fair, where you can buy, sell and have fun. My writing, is all that I have of myself.
My essays fill me with pride, like a mother who swells when her child excels. My articles make me aware of my existence, and the responsibility that one shoulders, when one deals with words. Yes, WORDS. The most potent tool of the wise. I love words, because of the clarity they bring to life. How seemingly unexplainable phenomena fit into our mind, how we grasp the exact nature of our surroundings...everything, in the form of words.
I write to discover myself. I write to understand the world. I write, because I must.
Anybody who adds to my life, anyone who helps me get by...is here.
I don't write because I want attention. I don't write because I want to be called as the 'girl who writes well' by the 'junta' I don't give a damn about. I write only because there are people who deserve to be written about. There are certain things I cannot just say, either because the emotions are too complex or too sensitive to be corrupt using words.
People write fashion, art, music and philosophy. I, write people.
I love literature because it helps me understand people and their reactions, which I would not have understood otherwise. Literature releases me from the shackles of silence. My pen, my paper, my blog...all the instruments I use to make myself heard. Not as an act of cowardice, but as an act of intrepidity, an act of valiance that needs no propaganda. It's just my words, my voice. Everything I write is intimately interwoven with the reality of my life. Every word bears a part of my existence. Every sentence that goes into my writing, is a testimony to everything I face with each passing day.
The words floating in my head, although haphazard, put my life into focus. When I think, I think in the form of words. When I imagine, I imagine in the form of whole sentences. My writing is a mirror which shows me my life, and also to the ones who might wish to see.
I hold my writings very close to my heart and at a very elevated stature. My life is not an exhibition, it is not a fair, where you can buy, sell and have fun. My writing, is all that I have of myself.
My essays fill me with pride, like a mother who swells when her child excels. My articles make me aware of my existence, and the responsibility that one shoulders, when one deals with words. Yes, WORDS. The most potent tool of the wise. I love words, because of the clarity they bring to life. How seemingly unexplainable phenomena fit into our mind, how we grasp the exact nature of our surroundings...everything, in the form of words.
I write to discover myself. I write to understand the world. I write, because I must.
