Writing is so therapeutic. I
definitely consider myself an amateur writer but inspired by the thought of
expressing oneself – in some form. I always thought that writing is a far-fetched
goal and the one which I am absolutely incapable of accomplishing. But the
inspiration came from Paulo Coelho. His work is so incredible and his style is
so simple and easy.
My friends with great command on the English language
would conquer with me that I have a very weak hold on grammar and vocab - but
when I read works of Paulo Coelho, I felt that this is genius. The whole
thought that “I just need to be myself” and the job is done. And here I am –
mashing my midnight thoughts without worrying much about my grammar and vocab :)
Today was a day full of nostalgia – kept
remembering incidents from past. In 5 hour long journey for work, with no
access to emails, had nothing else to do. While it is very common to get flash
back, but today it was a bit different. My thoughts were neutral. Sentiments
did not overtake my mind. They were just thoughts and I was an observant. The
feeling was different and pleasant. My mind kept remembering people who came in
my life and left leaving behind their impressions. It felt like one Bollywood movie
– each character and their little nuances. What they said, what did, how I felt,
how I reacted/responded, how they reacted/responded, and those situations – as if
it was happening now.
For a change, it was nice to just be an observant
and not delve into the traps of mind and its emotions.
Jini
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