There is this need to write down the breathings of the heart, to inscribe them on paper, give them some form of immortality, put a part of yourself in it.
If someone were to ask me what I wanted, I'd tell them that all I could ever want was to write something that would inspire emotions in the person reading it. Not the gagging kinds, mind you. I want to write something, anything that could change the life of the person reading it. And I’d also want a pair of thigh high basic black boots but that’s a different case altogether.
This is the pilot post, where I’m supposed to tell you, who I am and why you should spend 15 minutes of your life (which you might not get back) reading what I have written.
Well, my name is Sam. I’d prefer to be a Myra or a Roxy but the name Sam however bland it is, is the closest to my name. You figured it out, I’m keeping it anonymous. I’m a 16 year old girl from New Delhi (Yeah, downright glamorous right? I hate you bitches roaming the wild streets of NYC/Paris or Tokyo)
Why should you read what I’ve written? Honestly, you don’t have a damn good reason to and I cant give you one either except maybe you can help me figure out who the hell I am because that’s why Ive opened this little corner in the World Wide Web, to figure out who I am. Do a little soul searching. A little some-some on the side. Also, Im currently trying to pull this budding writer image and this thing here, is right on top on my to-do checklist. Obviously its not right on the top, but its right below “Lose some weight and finish the math assignment.”
A girl has got to set her priorities right.
Funnily I could see a little of myself in both the posts.
ReplyDeleteCan't say if that's good or bad.
Loved the ending though.
Have you started your book?