And so I write.

I love writ­ing. It is cre­ative to play with words. I don’t aspire to be a pro­fes­sion­al writer though.

I want to be artic­u­late. I want to write with cor­rect gram­mar, spelling and punc­tu­a­tion. I intend to mas­ter the prin­ci­ples of a great prose.


Because writ­ing allows me to cement my thoughts in time. It tells me how I think and artic­u­late. It lets me go back in time and pon­der about my life. I can’t explain how much joy my past words give me when­ev­er I read my archives. I don’t care if they are great or not. All that mat­ters to me is, those are the words I wrote at cer­tain point in my life. So they have a spe­cial mean­ing for me. I can read them for myself lat­er. I can show them to my chil­dren once they are old enough to read.

I still hold dear the 333 blog posts I made in the inter­nal blog­ging plat­form between the years 2006 and 2010 of my then employ­er. They are not amaz­ing or out of the world. They are just plain and sim­ple thoughts. But com­ments on my con­clud­ing post revealed that at least a hand­ful of peo­ple will miss me and my blogs. That is amaz­ing because writ­ing helps con­nect peo­ple with each oth­er.

And so I write.


2 responses to “And so I write.”

  1. First of all, you have the name of Lord Cai­tanya Who appeared in West Ben­gal lit­tle over five hun­dred years ago. Not many know about this secret incar­na­tion of Bha­ga­van Sri Krish­na. Any­how, as a recent­ly pub­lished author of two books, I encour­age to keep writ­ing. You might just end up with your own book some day soon. You can view my jour­ney on writ­ing if you like on my blog home page. Namaste. 🙂

  2. Thanks for drop­ping by my blog and encour­ag­ing me to write. I am very hap­py.

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