I first came to WriterBabu more than 3 years ago. I used to write more often then. But today after years am here again with a bit of free time in my life.
This long weekend I didn't go anywhere. I'm enjoying solitude and music with scotch whisky "on the rocks". Backdrop of city lights and mild wind in my head brought me to writing today. So what do I write now? Big question?
Mind is full of so much ideas that I'm not able to decide what to write and hence I'll let myself flow free.
I love writing, it's addictive. I find it really difficult to stop myself once I'm down to writing, yet I write rarely. I enjoy writing so much. I love it while I'm there spilling out one word after another but still I haven't written much. Strange.
What was it I was doing that I was not getting time for writing? A very valid question indeed. So what did just happened in last three years, a walk down that memory lane will help a bit.
Nothing much, when I think first superficially. It seems like yesterday. But then as I slowly slip back in time I realise that life has changed totally. Back then I was struggling in life, trying to prove myself of some worth. I had literally nothing. No proper job, no money. I was living away from family. The girl I loved, truly and madly since last 5 years, had decided to move on and get married. It was mostly a one sided affair anyways. Oh, it sounds so depressing.
Now I am well settled as per the norms of society. Above all now I realise that girl was an absolute bitch, and thank god that I had a very narrow escape that time.
In between now and then there was another girl. Yes I remember that there was a girl. And we kind of liked each other a bit too much. We spent some awesomest time together. Then we went to our parents. Well, that was the end. I didn't suffer much as it was not my first breakup, not even 10th. She must have suffered a lot.
In the meantime the company I was working for was shut down and I moved on to a better job and then a yet better job. Bought things I always wanted to buy, travelled places I wanted to travel. Although I took just few lines to tell the story, it all didn't happen as simply as it sounds. There are stories behind every twist and turn in the tale.
So I have all the masala for writing a book altogether, but you see, when you are living and creating stories in your life, you are left with little time to write one. Maybe my personal diary on WB will help me write it all someday.
I will stop myself from writing more and go edit this post till it's ready to be published. Dear readers, let me know if I was able to make you read till the end.
