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My Baby Turns 2!!

My baby completes two years.

Yayyyyyyyyyy.

What I mean is, this blog. My blog complete two years today. And I am thrilled. Super thrilled.

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When I started this blog, I had never thought, that this would amount to something. But today, I do feel that it is something. Well, so I think.

I did have my doubts, because this was my third attempt at blogging, and yet I had no clue what I was doing with it. I guess, I still don’t know what I am exactly doing with my blog, but I think, I am doing something, if not everything that I wanted.

But this feels, so, so good right now. Not because I simply have a blog, but because I have a blog through which I try and share my random thoughts, which helps me in delivering my misgivings, a blog which helps me when no one else does. This blogging community gives me so much pleasure, everyday. And, most of all you guys, everyone of you, give me so much pleasure, that I cannot begin to thank you. You people have always been here with me, and a big THANK YOU for this. For being with me, for trying to understand this deranged mind, for bearing my ever not-so-tranquil thoughts, and for trying to put sense into me sometimes, for trying to show me the right path.

THANK YOU!!!!

I am really happy today, so happy that it cannot be measured.

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However, I do intend to keep moving on this very path, for how long I know not, but this is the plan; for now!!

Once again, thank you to all of you for just being there, and accompanying me in this journey. Without you, this wouldn’t even be a journey.

PS: This is how I celebrated last year:- A year passed by!

 

My story: Of how I started writing!

A few years back, back in 2010-2011 around, I wasn’t this person that I am today. I was scared of everything, I was may be the most immature person you would have ever met, and may be, even the most depressed one. No one could tell then, not even my friends and family members. I had that talent in me, of hiding things, of hiding feelings. Come to think of it, I still have that talent, but I can safely say that I am not that person now, not anymore. I have moved out of that zone, for my own good.

It took me three years? Yes, I am that slow. I spent three years of my life crying and being helpless. I know you’d say, I should have known that no one is going to come and help me. I had to help myself. But I was lost then, and that’s what lost people do, they sulk. I am not saying my life stopped for those four years or so, it moved on very well. I went to school, I completed graduation, I did everything that most people my age did, but something was missing constantly.

I am sorry I am not going to mention what exactly happened, but I can mention three pointers,

A personal trauma relating family issues;

A social change,

And, being thrown into the ocean, when I did not know how to swim. (Metaphorically of course)

Anyways, my life moved on, yes it did, but I did not. I was in complete denial of what was happening. All at once.

Why did I not talk to anyone?

You think, I wouldn’t have? I did, but parents had raised a ‘strong woman’ who wouldn’t need her parents’ help every now and then, and my friend’s, well, they never seem to get me. Partying is more fun, I agree. It was not their fault. Whenever I would sit and want to talk to any one of them about my problems, it seemed they weren’t interested or at least they didn’t get me. And how would they, they weren’t in my position. Instead they felt that I kept repeating my problems, so I just stopped talking, stopped talking about my problems to them, and eventually I just stopped talking to them.

And then I lost all my friends too. I was in no way going to make new friends; I had lost faith in them.

I said them? Oh, sorry, I had lost faith in myself.

So that went on for about some time, and then I realised that my thoughts, my feelings were eating me. I couldn’t contain anything else inside of me now. I had to hold my fist tight, clench my jaws, breathe hard inside, to not to let out anything. And I could not let out anything, believe me, I just could not.

And even if I did, who would take that all in? Who would want to be surrounded by a depressed teen?

And that’s when I realised I had to do something, that’s when I borrowed comfort from a pen, loaned some security from the blank papers, fought for sanity from my own words, from my own feelings.

I am not saying it happened overnight, I am blatantly saying it might have taken me half my youth, but I did it. I came over it. I managed to conquer the harsh feelings my heart bore and I came out the person I am today, the Moushmi you all know.

That’s my story, that’s how I started writing, though blogging is what I started just a few months back. I would love to listen to your views, or better yet, how you started writing? What made you the writer you are today?

 

My pen pal

Very few of us have the opportunity to connect with wonderful people. I am one of them. I have had the opportunity to connect and know one of the lovely souls here, Angel Clough. She is one lovely woman and is progressing tremendously with her book. I have had this chance of meeting her and talking to her about various things like our different cultures, religions and even our interests. She has been very helping lately. Her vivid experience has helped me a lot and she keeps sharing her various experiences with me. The best thing she ever told me was I should keep a journal and it is sure going to help in recording all of my experiences.

She has a wonderful website going where she blogs and writes about her book. It is quite intriguing. She is writing a book about pen pals, but come to think of it she has become one of my pen-pals.

Her link is: https://angelclough.com/

Check it out, it will just hook you up.

 

Rummaging through the depths of the books

Sauntering through the streets, breathing in the sea breeze, I bumped into a book fare selling books by weight and I pulled my friend inside the hall, cancelling all other plans of movies and dinners. Just the mere whiff of the read pages, innumerable books stacked exquisitely got me oscillated which led me pulling out books one after the other until my basket was literally overflowing and I couldn’t drag it any longer. I was overjoyed with my new books, some of which I hadn’t even heard of but was excited to discover the new ones when my friend mentioned, “Mujhe aisa lagta hai jaise log kitanbe nahin but in kitanbon me khud ko dhund te hain.”

Translating it literally, “I feel the people aren’t finding books here but are trying to find themselves in the depths of these books.”

And all the while later I kept thinking how deep he had thought. Isn’t it true that we try to find ourselves in the books that we read?

 

Book suggestions?

Well, I am not doing good these days. I mean nothing wrong just those days when you feel everything is wrong despite them being just not in your favour. I know it’s Christmas and new year’s time but I have decided to stay indoors and cuddle into my bed with lots of goods books and my fellow friends here got to help me with that.

I will not mention what I like but I can safely say horror is not my cup of tea so any suggestions from you will be really helpful.

PS: Thanks in advance.

 

500+; Q/A once again!

Hey dear bloggers,

Today I open my blog after a few days and get a notification informing me that I have 500+ followers. Well, I couldn’t contain myself and I don’t think any one of you could too.

I am too overjoyed. It has been really a short span for me here and in that I have not only gained 500 followers but also readers who appreciate my work and take out there time to read and give their thoughts on my posts. I am truly thankful to each one of you here for supporting me and my tini-tiny blog.

A big Thank you to all of you for encouraging me.

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And now it’s Q/A time. I will try to answer any of your questions and will surely like to know about you too. Feel free to share anything about yourself. It would be a great time to connect.

Thanks!