Birth of blogging

Today, after all these days precisely after two months when I started writing it feels as if my fingers have frozen and I have lost my mental dictionary of words!

As I was typing and deleting and typing, it struck me- why had I started writing this blog regularly so many years back? what was the reason due to which this blog took its birth?

The answer is simple and quite funny!

Its Attention......Yes its attention.

Just attention!

Why do we do the things that we do?

Why do wear clothes and be so choosy about our shoes?

Why do we take hours to put on those gallons of makeup on our face?

Why do we buy all those accessories and jewelries?

Some will say to look beautiful and some will say to look presentable but the basic thing of looking presentable and beautiful is to seek some attention from people we care about or we don't know!

Everyone seeks attention whether its a little baby, who hasn't yet spoken the first word or a seventy year old who has tasted life, in all its flavors!

Emotions are also the resultant factor of this "attention" !

Loving a person is giving or taking a lot of attention even hating a person is giving attention to that person! How? Well, when we hate someone we have to think about the person to hate him!

Thus, thinking of someone in a positive or negative manner is giving attention!

Similarly I required this attention. Needed this attention from you. Recollecting those days it feels funny how I had created my conception about love and you!

And for this attention especially from you, I gave birth to my blog. Expressed those feelings, happy and sad, pleasurable and painful with my dust of wishes in writing.

But the attention which only concentrated on you, when I started receiving that from all the people I knew and didn't know, it didn't feel bad.

Today as I feel more free and explore myself, I can see the beauty of attention was just not you!

You were someone who taught me the importance of attention.

He is someone who gave me all the attention.

The life is ours and it wont come twice.

Once we start thinking about ourselves opportunities would come knocking on the door! We can pull ourselves out from the worst of worst situations.

Giving attention to own self is what matters.

Life is too long to waist it yet too short to achieve it!

And we are too strong to be segregated.

Loving own-self once in a while is not that bad and so being selfish isn't that big a crime!

So, when I say I love myself, I love us and our strength of togetherness....

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