Answering this would be exploring why do I blog.
After nourishment,shelter and companionship we all need out stories. I had mine to tell no one to listen.
I discovered the blog world some years ago when I lost my father, I wanted to share so much there was no one. Writing for has always been therapeutic, sometimes I wonder how can people who do not write, read, paint compose or just go for a walk in the wilderness manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation. like Manson cooley puts it there are different rules for reading,thinking and for talking. Writing blends all three of them
So probably my answer is no different, with plinky the first challenge was just write, this year I am on write with quotes, Helen, Strat, Nupur, Arpit are all my friends just like I would rush home in the evening for a conversation with my friend anupa, I am here exchanging ideas, banter and matching wits agains my friends. Learning from Srinivasa Rao, getting in puts from Manmohan Singh my blogs would be no different.
The early stages of writing was very peculiar, it was me versus a blank sheet of paper and the blank sheet won many times, then one day got on to the net, forgot my name in the street, and started sharing what my world has been to me, in the dark places and in the light. It is not for me to tell you what to believe and what to fear, but just to show you belief’s wideskirt and the stitch that unravels fea’s caul.