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to write

I used to think that to write a blog post, you need to interact and travel and see and experience the world. To find something to describe a unique occurrence, a situation and place. To unravel the beauty of the moment with words which in turn can also be justified with a beautiful image of the moment.

Now I realize the only way to write a blog post resides in finding the Time to write it. And all along, the experience of the moments we wish to describe withers away from words, living only in random memories, and future histories.




[-/] welcome back Miladysa :)

Comments

Kavi said…
Ah ! time ! yes. As i wrote sometime..if you have the time to read, and i have the time to write....i have a story to tell !

:)
Jeevan said…
True bro. we need our own time to write something and so we have get much time to sense and write quite what we want.

hugs
Miladysa said…
Thank you Ghosty x
Karthi said…
Zen Thathuvam!

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