A Year-Long Journey

I’ve always been a restless soul, having no idea what I’m going to do very next moment. I’m always lost. The only thing that has anchored my life up to certain extent is reading. But it wasn’t enough. My fantasies were getting bigger and larger. I didn’t know what to do. But I had to do something. One day I gave in to my madness and penned down the first thought that came to my mind. My first post — Innocence — was the result. Writing it wasn’t enough. I wanted to be read but didn’t have any idea how to do that. At that time, one of my colleagues explained me how I could start blogging. Result : birth of Musings Of A Confused Gal (March 7, 2013).

Initially my posts were about my thoughts; but as time flew by, my fantasies started roaming at large on the blog. My first fictional story was a 110-word short story: Corporate Combat. I still don’t know how to express what I felt after writing it. I won’t say I found my true calling in writing but I can definitely say I found a part of myself; a part that was lost forever to me; a part that contains all my hopes; a part that’s powerful enough to make me and break me.

When in school, I used to run away from poems. I hated poets, especially Byron. I always thought it was much ado about nothing. Imagine my surprise when few poems found their way on the blog. I’m proud of Broken But Alive and I Walk. I don’t know how good they are but I enjoy reading them again and again when mood strikes me. Narcissist, aren’t I?

This one year journey is not only my growth as a writer; it’s also about me evolving as a friend. Being little bit introvert, it has always been difficult for me to open up. Miraculously I made some wonderful friends on Blog-O-Sphere whom I’ve never met but I cherish their friendship. And I hope my friendship with them will last through highs and lows of our lives.

Enough of my blogging year. I can’t stand to bore you more than this. Tell me, since how long have you been reading me! How do you see my evolution as a writer? Hope I won’t receive bricks and bats on my 1st b’day as a writer!