As I sit here with everyone else in bed, now seemed as good a time as any to say hello. I had dinner with a friend the other night, and he asked me (again) if I was ever going to take up blogging as a profession. I want to, I really do but the only problem is that when you write for a living, writing on a blog can be real difficult. I say “can be” because I know plenty of writers who maintain glorious blogs; I just don’t know if I can be one of them.As usual, I have a million different ideas in my head, and I want to write about them all but don't really know if anyone would be interested in reading them as much i would writing them.
An office friend today wasnt too happy with my last post... thought ' it was senti' didnt have the usual spark that my previous posts have had.... and it made me think.... what had happened suddenly... What has triggered off this emotional adventure... Sometimes I think I have a lot to say and just put it up here in words.... but then I realize that it is nothing but a conversation I am having with myself, putting up feelings that I probably never would tell anyone, maybe not even myself. After 26 years, I’ve suddenly realized that I have never listened to myself with even half the care or concern I’ve given others.
Anyway, life is doing fine dear reader (the one who is around). I do not know what value this blog will ever hold for you or for me. For me, It just seems like an elaborate game of hide and seek i play with myself. What about you?
1 comment:
I loved this one. For what I know Khushbu as, she often lives for others and hardly for herself. I hope she would take from this and be more of Khushbu she is than Khushbu others want to read. This is YOUR blog. And whats wrong with being emotions. It is these emotions that set us apart from pearls and diamonds. We are human and we FEEL.
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