I don’t have a specific writing space. All I need are my laptop, One Note or MS Word or WordPress installed in it, or my phone, a fresh, untangled mind and lots of comfort!!!
You can find me in my bedroom, or in the living room, even on a sleepover at a friend or relative’s place.
You may think what a unorganized woman she is. Yes, you’re right.
I tend to find order in disorder.
What to do!!
This is what I found two days back on my brand new T-shirt:
Though She be but little, she is fierce
I had always pictured Shakespeare as a male chauvinist. That’s what his plays conveyed to me. But this particular quote however speaks for the women.
I always believe, we women may look petite, timid or shy but we possess the strength to rule the world.
If we can create, we can destroy.
If we can nurture, we can rule.
If we can bear the pain of giving birth
Weight of the world is like feather to us
Never belittle a woman
If there’s no woman, there’s no life
You know what I see?
I see my life, isolated, unknown, mysterious, doubtful.
I dunno what’s there on the other end. Now I see a ray of light, next moment, nothing.
Now I see it, next moment I can’t.
I have no idea what turn life’s gonna take next.
Are good times ahead ?
Or will the difficulties continue to reign?
Why are you so unpredictable dear destiny?
Do you enjoy giving me sleepless nights?
Do you enjoy seeing me weeping?
What wrong have I done?
Who have I wronged?
Why are you quiet?
Answer me God damn it!!
Home is where I can be myself;
where I can talk loudly and no one to complain;
where I can be sad, happy, angry, depressed, irritated but I’ll never be alone;
where I’m loved more than anyone else;
where all my wishes and demands get fulfilled;
Home is where my mom is
Home is where my dad is
Home is where everyone I love are
Home is where I learned to live
Home is where I learned to love
Home is where I sowed the seeds of my dreams and ambitions
Home is where I made up
Home is where I broke down
Home is my beginning
Home is my end
Things I like
— I like collecting. I can’t stop collecting the freebies with my favorite biscuits or cereal or even the McDonald’s Happy meal merchandise. I’m a numismatist and a philatelist.
— I have a thing for miniature objects. I like pens smaller than normal, I have around 4-5 miniature diaries (God knows what I want to write in them). I like babies, I enjoy playing with them.
— I like buying and reading novels. Whenever I pass by a book store, I always have a strong temptation to buy at least one – I’m a book addict!!!!!
Ummm…. what else?…. This is getting really tricky!!!!
— talking about food, I like Indian and Chinese. Since Indian cuisine includes a number of sub-cuisines, I particularly like the Bengali and the Punjabi cuisine.
— I like watching Hindi movies but I sometimes I do watch world cinema for a change
— TV shows, I always prefer the American and British ones.
— Music, the soft, romantic ones (don’t ask me about technical genres)
OK that’s it for now, it’s gonna take a lifetime talking about what I like
As the first assignment of Writing 101 course, The Daily Post asked a million dollar question – “Why do I write?”
I write because……
There are times when everything goes wrong, and your heart and mind just cannot take the pressure. Also in the flow of venting, you might land up offending your friend or someone from the family. That’s when writing and your journal or blog or your novel become your friends. Your journal/novel or your blog takes in every bit of your emotions, tantrums, nagging. It never complains, it never wants anything in return, all it gives is serenity, a peculiar lightness.
It’s not that only when I’m emotionally low, I write. When I’m on a happy high and I want everyone to be a part of my happiness, I just open my blog and start writing. Sometimes I can express better by writing than by saying.
I don’t use a journal. My blog is my heart, my mind, my listening friend. That’s what drives me to writing….