When boredom hits me, I let
my mind wander. I let my mind go as crazy as possible. I hunt for words. And
the process makes me wonder what I would have done if I was not a writer.
Worst… If I was not LOCOMENTE!
Really, whenever I am bored…
frustrated or depressed, I write something. Some scribbling may reflect my
thought flow at that time. And some may depict what I wish to see in contrast
to what is actually there.
Writing has become a way of
life. I know I may not be perfect. At least, I am learning, I console myself.
I have heard that writing can
have therapeutic effect on people. It is a way of letting out your thoughts.
We all agree that words are a
medium for expression, isn’t it? But how many of you would agree that words are
good listeners too. They listen to us... They nod. They agree. They argue. That
is how verses… poems and stories are born.
That is how we become what we
are – perennial thinkers!
And I thank my best of friends
– Words – for always being there for me… for being mysterious... for being
perfect… for making life much simpler!
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