Ever since I started writing, I wasn’t really sure if this was it. If this is what I wanted to opt.
I still remember how it all started, with a poem and crush, back in 7th standard. There was this guy in my class who I used to drool over, I was so naive that I almost everyone knew that how I adored that person. At first, I wasn’t able to express my feelings, until I noticed that my elder sister used to write poems. How I admired her, and how it came out and how I started writing, the credit goes to her for the same. Holy moly! I wrote my first poem, which was somewhat stolen from her collection, as all I could do was cheat a bit and create a piece. I made my friends read it, and they couldn’t believe it was me? I too, was a little shocked but proud to see the outcome. And later I wrote more, I had a bundle of poems written on small sheets of paper, and I carried it to my school, to show my friends for the approval.
Later my mother caught me writing a lovey dovey stroke, and I was unable to imagine the consequences. I don’t remember what she did with that bundle, but I didn’t find it back. Anyway, it was her logic, where she thought this would affect my career, if I continue. But we both were unaware of what was to come, I actually started writing more, I loved how my words could magically make someone fall in love with poetry.
It wasn’t the first time when I was appreciated for it, though I never exposed my skills more, as I still think, it needs to be polished every now and then.
But then! I sometimes still ask myself, if I want to opt this for a lifetime opportunity?
I do have hobbies like, photography and dance, and writing used to be my hobby back then. What if I flip and betray the love I have for writing? Or what if I am not able to achieve with this under-rated skill of mine.
My mother, couldn’t believe when I told her I wanted to become a writer, she would always take the argument to becoming an MBA instead. But I still believe that I have some sort of capability, to which I have evoled a lot in life, and writing has helped me get through a lot of things.
Maybe later I combine my photography and writing together, or maybe not. But the part, writing won’t ever leave me.
It will always stay.
I has always been.

Sometimes, we take a lot of time to know ourselves from inside, what do we want from life? Especially, what does the life want from us.
This whole perplexed situation has always followed us, and this won’t stop until we get a hold onto it.