Yesterday, I met a guy who asked me, “OK, since now I am 11 posts and a few 100 followers old on wordpress, how can I improve? How can I increase the number of views my blog has, the number of unique visitors it gets, the inbound links it has. How can I fuckin’ monetize it?” And I replied, “Shut the fuck up Sudhir. Don’t be a cynically opressive capitalist. Leave your fuckin’ blog as it is.”
Fortunately, I seldom get such privilege. Although, I knew what I am trying to write has certain meaning to it, I never knew why I’ve suddenly started writing it all. Why I suddenly started expressing myself and putting my thoughts in words. But, finally it has come. The reason has dawned.
I keep dreaming new endings to situations that didn’t work out in my teens..
Keep pondering about those memories of the past..
what am I trying to find? . . . . . .
I see myself writing more than I ever have,
Thinking more than I ever could,
Probing for that perfect word..
I keep scribbling continuously and
Then a question creeps my mind..
Is this my new passion? Is this my new hobby? What is it exactly? And, after ruminating over it for sometime, I realise! It’s a DREAM!