Why do I write?
When no one will read. Then why keep committed to this blog or any other. It has been posed to me that this is just vomiting thoughts onto an already burdened pavement. But, I say that it is habit. Writers write.
Years ago, I used to keep a journal, which morphed into a book of poetry and then into a songbook. It's not that these ideas are anything new or unstated, but they are the catharthic result of self-therapy.
This blog is just the extension of my earlier journal.
Years ago, I used to keep a journal, which morphed into a book of poetry and then into a songbook. It's not that these ideas are anything new or unstated, but they are the catharthic result of self-therapy.
This blog is just the extension of my earlier journal.
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