A very very long time ago and in a seemingly far off land - at least in terms of my memory - that was my university, I made a deal with a good friend of mine. The deal was to make one post everyday, and if I remember correctly, we continued for at least, ten to fifteen posts that year. At that time, it was she, who (re)kindled the dormant interest for writing in me and made me want to record the random rants from my mind everyday.
Knowing her, she probably had no idea. As time progressed, I fell prey to stresses of my final year and the apprehensions about my uncertain future. The constantly distracted recesses of my mind stopped thinking about the things that I find interesting around me and decided to worry about making myself look interesting to others. Once I got a job, those recesses decided to rename themselves into 'worry about money' and 'be a grown up'. Finally, I managed to drag the remaining cells in my brain to day dream about short stories and publishing a novel, which meant I stopped having things to rant about.
Funnily, yesterday, I did the opposite to the same friend to make her start writing again after a brief - no, too long - a period of hiatus. Compared to her, I always know when I am having a positive effect on someone. In fact, I radiate positivity to everyone around me more often than not and also boast about it later. (Too much?)
I have always been amazed by the bipolarity of many things in nature. Two types of charges, action-reaction, head-tail... Four years back, she made me really think about my feelings for writing and I made her perfect her writing skill. Yesterday, I made her start writing again and she made me start ranting again.
PS (PSMS?) - I have decided to make my blog as more of a free writing exercise medium, where I can type and not bother about grammar or punctuation. So, forgive any errors.
Knowing her, she probably had no idea. As time progressed, I fell prey to stresses of my final year and the apprehensions about my uncertain future. The constantly distracted recesses of my mind stopped thinking about the things that I find interesting around me and decided to worry about making myself look interesting to others. Once I got a job, those recesses decided to rename themselves into 'worry about money' and 'be a grown up'. Finally, I managed to drag the remaining cells in my brain to day dream about short stories and publishing a novel, which meant I stopped having things to rant about.
Funnily, yesterday, I did the opposite to the same friend to make her start writing again after a brief - no, too long - a period of hiatus. Compared to her, I always know when I am having a positive effect on someone. In fact, I radiate positivity to everyone around me more often than not and also boast about it later. (Too much?)
I have always been amazed by the bipolarity of many things in nature. Two types of charges, action-reaction, head-tail... Four years back, she made me really think about my feelings for writing and I made her perfect her writing skill. Yesterday, I made her start writing again and she made me start ranting again.
PS (PSMS?) - I have decided to make my blog as more of a free writing exercise medium, where I can type and not bother about grammar or punctuation. So, forgive any errors.
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