Everyday, I thought to write something. Something, which would lead a new world for me or everyone whoever is around me. Everyday, something popped-up in my mind and I thought “Hey! This is a great idea to start something new” but is it worth of it?
I don’t know where it from, I got those skills of thinking beyond the imagination? Out-lining thoughts? Juggling with words? Puzzle imaginations and seeing beyond the thing that never exist? Sometimes I felt like it’s in my blood, possibly comes from Dad because he used to play with words, see the living and walking imaginative characters which he always thought to use somewhere, someday but he never able to publish anything. He had the influence in his writing even more than that. I love to read his short stories and poems and slowly-slowly he becomes ideal of mine and I think that’s comes from Dad only.
He loves to write, whenever he got time from his busy life. He always tried to utilize it for something productive, something that will give him satisfaction. He always wanted to publish a book. His own imagination and thoughts, which will give someone hopes to see the rays of life, to see the eternal power, to feel his or her own vision and imagination but sometimes life plays a crucial role with some people and then they could not able to see beyond his family and there daily needs. They ended up their life working 9 to 5 (from morning till evening) and the last they will get the basic salary or so, which will nourish their family for a time being. But isn’t that the dream of a person?
Writing something is a like an easier task for me, I usually scribble my thoughts and emotions into words and text somewhere for my own memories but I never ever thought to see publish somewhere. A day, I woke and see my childhood buddy start writing his own articles on some blogs. They are surprisingly good and I haven’t thought he could write that kind of much. He gives me an incredible vibes and courage and I text my life’s first article but I wouldn’t able to publish that yet. It is still taking rest in my diary with dust and wishes; possibly thinking to get publish some day. Writing first article of my life experience was amazing even can’t expressible in few words. After completing my first task, I was on seventh cloud, completely happy and rejoiced with a new love of writing. It’s start empowering me for more thoughts, visions and emotions, which will be scribble down soon some day. Earlier, I used to write Shayaris (Short Poems), why I don’t know? Possibly I love to write those lines or might be it’s my inner passion but when I start writing my first article. The experience was surprisingly amazing, and the most amazing thing was that I haven’t hesitated or scared of writing. I felt that’s in my blood, words become the born power to me and I start juggling with my world of imagination. Words has have it’s own life span, some words gives us a positive vibes and some negative. The whole world is in the context of words, roaming miles by miles. No one can stop words because words never stop waving and it will reach where it is destined.
It’s no matter who is become your ideal, the only thing that matter is that how you grasp the positive or negative vibes from that person. My Dad become my ideal and possibly every child has seen his/her dad as superhero or I should say ideal for them. His positive vibes still pinch me anytime and that leads me to another thought and imagination. Some are good or some worst, so, you have to decide what you going to take right or wrong.
So, let’s start some imaginative, creative things. No matter what you like or not, do those things you love to do and especially those things in which you are damn good. So, I start scribbling down my thoughts in the form of words and start loving my dad more then usual. Thanks for giving me that essence, which will possibly lead my world some day…
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