While working on one of company's whitepaper I randomly thought of psyche of a blog writer and how suddenly blogging has been providing me that ever elusive creative freedom. I happened to ask myself why I have been writing blogs? The voice inside barked back,” Do you really want to know?”. I asked,”Why not?” And he just started...
You write blogs because you feel you are a fucking moralist! You write blogs because the loser from the high school now owns more sports car than the counting he use to know. You write blogs because the hot chick in the college called you bhaiya.......eeeeeeeeee. Your so called former girl friend has six digit salary and is settled in
Stop ! for fuck sake!! What the hell are you saying? It can't be true. I write blogs because it is a excellent form of expressing and sharing!!
Bull shit! You write blogs as you are good for nothing else and want to torture peaceful people in cyber space who happen to read to them.
I don't want to know more! Get lost..... I stopped the bugger but have'nt got my answer yet!!
She turned back and asked, " Why Do you love me? " She said, answer fast or you will be making up words and I know you do it very well. " Don't Think ", she was firm this time. Though I wanted to say something but I kept quiet looking into her deep eyes. I always looked at them when I am lost, tired, worried or sad. They had the zing to pep me up anytime. This time I wanted to ask her eyes to tell me, " Why I love her ?" She closed them and said no this time around you have to answer it from your Heart and I am no longer helping you out. It was tricky now and she wanted the answer. I hold her hand and drew her closer so she could hear my heart beat. I said,"Why don't you listen up for yourself". She smiled and her dark eyes just got bigger and she smilingly said,"How do I know if they are telling the truth" I said I don't know as it no longer talks to me. Its your for so long that I don't remember it being mine ever. I ...
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