CONFESSION

Well, I am a little forgetful; thankfully beloved ones are born in important dates. 25th December for instance! By far the most vulnerable items have been keys, umbrella, pens, wallet, dates, events, so on and so forth. Thanks to the noun or transitive/intransitive verb called FEAR, I really haven't forgotten anything substantial when it comes to beloved ones. Hope legacy will continue in rest of my life too. One can attribute it to my unrelenting love and care too. But personally I don’t want any credit for loving.Anyway, I am a writer. I don’t know, a born writer or not, but surely not fallen from sky or unidentified flying object (UFO).Quite regularly; I write for “peace of mind”, but critics never let it happen, you see. So, most of the time, it turns out be “pieces of mind”- then pieces of heart too. I become sad and decide not to write and publish again. I learn to live with a notion that we are often faulted in speech! But one fine day suddenly I realise we are faulted in silence too. “What the hell?” I ask myself “we are faulted in silence, faulted in speech?”But then choice is definitely ours. Then why not speech?So I have resolved to continue writing come what may-claps or hail stones!Well coming back to my nature, some people find me helpful, others self-fool (I mean selfish). But don’t worry about the latter ones. They are damn crazy! Seriously! Rest is fine. I am quite young, dreams are high, hopes are higher and determination is skyrocketing. May be altitude is in my veins. No wonder I was born in queen of hills (Darjeeling,2134 meters above sea level). No no no, don’t get me wrong now. I don’t have plans to go higher joining NASA! I need space true, but not that one!God bless all of us and our crazy little world !

P.S. I am simple! Forgot to write that.