It is weird how writing has never come naturally to me despite
having written so much. From poetries to articles, I assumed that I would be on
an incline with my writing skills. But the writer’s block is real. More so the belief
that this block was mightier than my desire to write made me hold back for
long. But then it’s about writing what I feel, which is different from writing
for an audience. The latter was never my cup of tea. Yet, it is what I most
strongly desired. Today I resume writing with a hope that my feelings will pave
way for better thought re- structuring and I will be able to write at least few
lines about the world – my version of the world. I have always carried a critical
point of view. For some reason, I had convinced myself that it is a very negative
emotion to draw out in one’s writing. May be I am typical! Each time my heart goes
out to the weak, not to the right. The only way to find out is to test myself against
the tides and not wait and try to gauge the right tide. Sometimes, it’s the wrong
ones that you ride help you believe in yourself and make people believe that
there is another version of the truth.
