The best thing I could do to run away from my self was to
stop writing. As my profession demands a few articles from me, I was not able
to end scribbling completely. I gave a few news reports. Still, I was happy
that my blog was dead. A cruel satisfaction that was!
Later I realized body is completely different from
soul. Whatever my body did, my mind
remains unchanged. Similarly now I know how to distinguish ambition from
reality. Even if the realism hurts, dreams will let you live peacefully. More
than that, I lead a tension-free life today because I don’t fear death. In
fact, I admire that ultimate truth!
When I said I’m not writing anymore in blog, the soul within
me whispered, “No! You must not quit. There are a few dear ones who wish to read
your words.”
I hesitated to listen to those words. I hated the whole
world and creatures in it. Later I felt if you believe certain things or
activities are eternal, others are just materialistic. Again I took many days
to think and evaluate whether I should start blogging.
Attachments to my favorite people have always encouraged and
spoiled my ability to letter. When a character enters or leaves the scene, my
words are affected. When I realized my wish in this life will remain unmoved, I
asked my self if I could write the same way I used to be once. It took a few days
to reply. “Go ahead my dear” I found an answer one day.
I am not bothered how many will understand or question what
I wrote now. But I am sure that there are people who can read each letter and
the spaces in between with utmost care. How far we are or how rarely we
contact, that affection makes me move on!
