Have been reading blogs for a while and telling Ani(my cousion) how much I wished to write one. Everytime we spoke about her sister Deepti's blogs, which are really really good I would tell her even I wanted to start. So she with all her guilt of not been able to help me for soo long created a blog for me and gave me an outlet to speak my thoughts out and share them with any and everyone.
I didn't like the photograph she had put, so analysed all the photographs and realised none of them was projecting me to be as good looking as I thought I was. After getting checked twice that blogging was not about the photo I moved on.
I sat for good half an hour before I shutdown and I just had to shift for the question to come up "written something???"
As I said "No" the next question came even more faster "Why?"
There was so much, so many thoughts and ideas and emotions, but somehow as a person you are not sure as to how much of what you thought and felt did you wish to share with people. I'm lost!!! completely!!!!!
It is strange that things you always want to do, are easier to be just wished for. When you actually get on to doing them you realise its not that simple, it never was.
So the moment I could write, I wrote nothing.
And the more lost I am the more I appreciate people who effortlessly speak their minds and hearts
