most of my growing up years were spent in doing some constructive activity or the other.i loved to read.infact you could call me a varacious reader.from trash literature to pulp fiction,biographies ,personality books the written word always kept me company.it was no surprise then that i had a way with words.i used to write in my spare time.the motivation at that time was simply to get my work published in my schoool magazine,or newspaper or college magazine.although i enjoyed penning down my feelings i wasnt addicted to writing as i am now.writing was convenient for me.i wrote poems,prose,my views on currnt affairs.but now writing has become almost thereputic.i was just wondering the other day as to why have started writing my blog.?why is it that nowadays when i am low or lonely i only think of wrinting.i think its because iv stopped taking.i rarely express myself to others.there is like a fear of being mis understood.strange is'nt it coming from a girl for whome taking and expressing is part of her bread and butter!!!
but thats how it is...there is so much that i want to say,to express and being the girl that i am i cant keep myself bottled up.so the only thing i have is my blog..its become this new bestfried who is always available,who hears me out,is on my side and never misunderstands me..
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