Unusual Beginnings

It's a Start... at the very least

It is strange how one stumbles across the most out of place happenings around them and be inspired by it to start something new, resume something old or just continue what they have been doing but this time with intensifying the vigour.

In my case, likewise, something likely surreal happened and one viewer may comment, "well, she is doing all three at once". For once, I started something new by putting my first blog post up there, I am resuming my writing after having being stuck for ~~weeks~~ months with a miserable writer's block and yes I am continuing letting my thoughts free but this time intensifying it with certain definite words.

As for the incident, well, that may be added sometime later as I continue my writing and posting and communicating escapade with an accent, please.

(Reading and editing at a later date, 22.05.2021, this miraculously stimulating event, stands forgotten, lost in the fog of oblivion. So, here I am wondering what made me up and about and come around to create a blog of my own and yet to no avail.)

The difference between a certain past keeps growing distant definitely only as long as we hold it as a constant, as soon as the certainty is relative, the difference keeps varying and speculations start clouding in calling out dexterously.

"O' Brain Thou Rested Too Long, Urgency Calls Upon Thee" ☺️

Nurturing and seeing one grow can be one of the most satisfying emotions, I ardently hope, a newborn won't perish due to lack of attention and nurturing.

Initially, writing for me, started as a means to improve my efficiency in the command of English (it isn't my mother tongue), but now I'm capable of formulating words, covey ideas and emotions and talk eloquently with enough brushing done over the years. Hence, when I decided to focus on story-telling, naturally, I never even considered any other language suitable for this job either.

Writing as a means to escape was never what I strive for, I wrote because I wanted to and ended up creating much more with the words of a foreign language than I could possibly with mere imagination alone. Big talk left for later, but someday I still wish to dream that story-telling could become my profession.

So far with my first update. Ideas have been called forth and I will continue this.

I hope this won't be the last time you open my page. Until next time.

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