Why I write what I write

I've never had anything that I can bring myself to call it 'treasured.' That was until I found an empty notebook in my shelf.

Being in the phase of fighting teenage shenanigans I surprisingly found my solace in scribbling emotions onto those pages. I've discovered a hidden spark of mine while I unabashedly tried to fight the prejudices.

Standing on the threshold of adulthood, I've always thought about what life has in store for me and writing happened to help me connect the dots and figure out my capabilities. Only that empty notebook which is almost full now, knows what kind of release it gave me from my own mind trap. Those pages reached out and yelled at me to keep going and never hesitate to do something that makes me happy.

The words that flew out of me made me reconsider my opinion on many things and taught me to open my mind to many taboos. I've always been a shy girl who seeks comfort in her own space. I only found myself to be accurately expressive while writing.

While reading taught me what life is, writing gave a purpose to it. I always enjoy having those imaginary extra set of eyes to view even the most mundane things in an exciting kind of  way that only writers do.

A pen and a paper is my comfort zone and the only place where I need not hide or shy away from being myself. If a treasured possession is something that we decide to cherish till our doom's day then I'd say writing is my treasured possession.