For the love of words

I have always struggled to put my thoughts into words. I seriously envy people who can express themselves in a calm and composed manner. Even while writing I can sense the struggle to find the right words. Quite often I find people telling me wasn’t that too harsh? Or what was the whole point of it? I am unable to find the perfect sweet spot where I sound both poignant yet convey what I had in mind.

Off late I have come to realise that I am a mediocre writer. I used to think I was good until I entered this world of writers and poets. But the sad truth is that, I simply don’t have it in me to move you to tears or make you laugh heartily. My words may occasionally move you to give me a teeny tiny thumbs up but that is it! And I gladly accept my shortcomings. Like any introvert, written words have always been my best friends. If it weren’t for text messages most of us would be sad, lonely people with no healthy relationships.

Writing helped me find my place in my classrooms. I enjoyed language classes and was desperate to impress my teachers. They were all genuinely surprised and taken aback that I wrote well. The quiet girl in class was indeed a good writer.

The name has stuck with me through all these years -the “quiet one”. But my words gave me a new identity-“The girl who writes”. For that I am eternally grateful to words. For making people understand I am much more than what they see!!

Words may not love me. But I will always love them for making me this socially responsible and sensitive person. I might not be the best out there, but I will definitely continue to write what comes to my mind. I may stutter, I may not be clear but aren’t shallow ponds clear and the deep ones usually dark and murky?