Why I Write.

So many reasons, and all difficult to put in words, I find. Then again, when I think of myself, I wouldn’t dare think of myself as a writer, I’m just a blogger.


So why do I write on my blog? Well, because I need to. It has become such a part of who I am, that I just need to. Sometimes my writings stay as drafts, some deleted, some languishing on as drafts forever, some see the light of the day. Whether my posts get published or not, just writing down stuff helps. I guess it gives my thoughts some clarity. And it has, given me a direction, of sorts. My writing has become a place for me to voice opinions, views and have discussions with so many like-minded people. With my writing, I think I can say, that I know who I am, what I stand for, a little bit better.

My blog has become a place for recording things, everyday things that I would have definitely forgotten otherwise. I hope that one day Daughter would enjoying reading it. The only thing I would wish is to record more diligently, but that’s the thing with me. I can only write when I am in that mood. I find it really difficult to write on schedule or with any sort of planning. There are times when I just don’t write anything. And other times when I write, but I don’t feel like sharing. Some things/events that are just special, that I want to hold close and keep to myself.

The best part of being a blogger, the biggest reason I write is, of course, you guys. You make me want to write, to share. It is that feeling of being part of a community, of belonging, knowing that there are people who read my crazy writings, that makes me write, makes me share, ask for advice and have fun, loads of it.

A few years ago, I would have laughed if someone told me that I would share so much online. It was just not me. But today, I can’t think of a time before I started blogging. Although, even today, the place I share the most, is here on the blog. For some reason, this is the place I feel most comfortable in. It is the place where I’ve found so many like minded friends. It is my happy place. I have reached a point that when I am intensely happy, or sad, or outraged or just peacefully happy, I turn to write. Yes, I might not publish them all,as I mentioned already, but I like being able to put my feelings down in words.

I write because it keeps me sane and happy and fulfilled.

Write Tribe Prompt

Petals of Strength

Anita stepped carefully, quietly into her garden. Her haven, the one place where Sunil wouldn’t follow her. The one place that was her own.

She knew she would have to pay for it, when she went back indoors, but it was worth it. Her only defiance was her garden. Little had she imagined, as a young bride,10 years ago, that this would be her life. Of course she blamed herself, Sunil wouldn’t have become so violent if she had presented him with a baby. He was just this way because he yearned to be a father. At least he did not divorce her, as her mother kept telling her. So what if he got a little angry? So what if she got a little hurt sometimes. Did she want for anything? ‘Just some love and not having to worry about tiptoeing around your husband’, whispered the annoying little voice in her head, but she was quick to silence it.

All the love that she had inside her, she poured into her plants. Her plants became the children she never had. Every seed that sprouted would make her heart dance with joy. When Sunil was away at work, she would spend hours, weeding, pruning, watering her plants, and sometimes just sitting at the little bench that the previous owners of the house had left there. Yes, there had been times when she wished for her husband to join her, relax, and enjoy the beauty, but of course, those were just dreams, dreams she knew now, would never come true. She knew now not to anger Sunil in any way. Even a small request could result in him blowing up. Of course, he was careful to never strike in places that people could see, yes, he was considerate that way. He never humiliated her in front of others. Her neighbours wouldn’t have a clue that their marriage was anything but perfect. The only person who knew was her mother, who lived in fear of the day that Sunil would walk out on her daughter. She just prayed that her daughter had better sense than annoy her son-in-law.

Lost in her thoughts, Anita pulled at some stubborn weeds, when she felt her head yanked back. ‘Have you gone deaf now?’ Shouted Sunil, his other hand landing on her cheek. ‘ It is a bit too much to expect a wife to get her husband a cup of tea in this place!’.

Fuming, he pulled at her biggest rose, and flung it at her, hitting her on her face. Some rose petals fell into her hands, and as she raised her stunned and stinging face, she found herself looking into her neighbour, Malini’s shocked face from the other side of the fence. But funnily, instead of feeling ashamed as she always did after one of Sunil’s out bursts, she felt light, liberated and strangely unburdened. That slap in the garden felt like fate was trying to knock some sense into her. She walked, not towards her house, but out. She walked out, head held high, the rose petals in her hands giving her some strange strength. She did not know where she was headed, but she definitely knew the place that she was leaving forever.


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Written as part of the Write Tribe Prompt

Write Tribe Prompt

You Only Live Once

‘Why do you have to do this?’ asked her mother’s imaginary voice,’You know what your jatakam says! You are behaving like a teenager!’

‘She’s right, you know. Why tempt fate?’asked her own inner voice.

‘I need a mute button in my head’, she thought as took off her robe, unshackling herself from self doubt and years of living by the rules. ‘I might be sixty, but I can’t be sixty-one without learning to do this.’. And entered the swimming pool, for the very first time in her sixty years of life.

Write Tribe Prompt

*jatakam – Horoscope