Once I read a story, it remains with me forever” 



One of my friends asked, “If you like to read so much for past time, then why don’t you read school textbooks?” and I replied, “The textbooks give me knowledge; fiction gives me wisdom” 

Just a moment in life…

This is not what it looks like… I could feel it. I was sitting in my classroom, bored and I thought that today does not look like today. I felt that it was just no ordinary day. There was something out there that made me feel strange about the place. Something weird, something abnormal, something just not right. The air did not have fury and everything was just as still as calm sea. I could not hear the wind howling or the trees swaying. No honks of the vehicles, no nothing! The whole world had gone silent like on a funeral.

I looked outside the window of my classroom and thought ‘what is wrong today?’ But then, I saw some little birds flying and I thought how hardworking they were. Flying out under the scorching sun in search of food. Also, I saw some beautiful little squirrels running from one branch of a tree to another. I observed the trees closely and thought ‘wow’. The leaves so well defined, and the branches, so strong and stern. I was mesmerized and left in awe. It was a feeling of inner joy.

And then, I felt a hand on my back. It was my friend, asking me where I was lost and what I was thinking about. And then, I shook my head and said nothing.

I now realize that everything in this world is so normal just like it always has been. All of my classmates are talking and laughing and having fun. And right now, I am sitting here, feeling that it’s just me who is different.

But at the same time, I can’t deny what I just saw. I have never seen something so beautiful ever before. It was me who just paused a minute of my life to stop and look at the world and know what nature is all about. To view and admire nature’s beauty and to know how the world we live in looks like, without any hustle bustle. To see how wonderful creatures god has ever created. And I just realized how beautiful the nature of the world is.

I feel really different now. I have never really felt anything like this ever before. And it really is a feeling of pleasure to see a change in yourself. A change which you never imagined nor expected. A change which you never realized until it was changed.

Everyone in this world is so busy in their lives that they even forget how the nature looks like. And I think that sometimes, we should just take a moment in our life, just to appreciate nature, and see how beautiful the world is. Realize that nature is important, and it’s all we’ve got to save. Just a moment in life… It takes just a moment…

Why Write?

This blog entry is basically more of a detailed introduction about my literature world; about my reads and writes.

Why do I write? What’s the point of writing, and what does it give me?

Well, I write not just because I want to get published and earn lots of money, and be famous like J.K. Rowling and Veronica Roth. Not that I don’t want that, of course I do want to get published and become a world renowned writer, but I do not write for that purpose. My purpose of writing is completely different. I write to please myself.

Writing is something which I would call ‘scribbling down your thoughts on a paper’ and not ‘just vomiting up high language and vocabulary’. You write because you simply cannot resist writing what you think, what you feel. When you start to think, words begin to spill out.

Writing is a self-exploratory operation. What you write is just a reflection of yourself. Because what you write is what you think, and when you write, you discover your true self. You come across different versions of yourself; you discover and unlock new doors of your mind.

When I write, I simply don’t think of anything else. I just write because at that time, I have no aim in my mind, other than to pull up my thoughts together. I write because it makes me happy, it’s sort of a relief; kind of a buster, of anything but happiness. Writing, for me, is creating a whole new world of my own imagination, which I can control.

Writing is not just a hobby. Nor is it a passion. Writing is something, which has carved itself in me; writing is not just something I do, but a part of who I am. Writing is what has made me today…