I've been sitting in front of this computer and wondering what to write for quite a long time.i've just finished reading Anurag Basu's "the Japanese wife".
Long ago i too had a dream of having a pen-friend some where at the other end of the world.To share dreams,joys,sorrow,and to know that it'll be read by someone who's far away ,living a life too different from mine.I had the images of seas seperating us and our hopes to meet some day.But it never happened.I used to search in the "YES" suppliment of Indian Express,but could not find one.Days and years have passed.As lives around the world changed,hand written notes gave way to prototyped printed notes,call for pen friends had ceased.There were orkut friends all around.The excitement of opening a newly arrived letter is unfound.The fragrace of the love,the courtship,the letter brought with it is long forgotten.
It still fills me with excitement and joy when i sit down with a pen and paper to jot down something.Going back to the pages before is like travelling through the long
lost days.Thoughts have changed a lot.From the simple poems about nature and God in the school days to the poems on love,friendship and solitude in the college days.Notes on sober political issues to dreams and hopes about life.Times have changed,and with it i too have changed."Change"would be a misnomer,"transformation"would be better.From a shy person to someone who can stand in the middle of the crowd and be still be myself.From someone who knew only to smile, to a person who can confidently laugh in the tougher times.
I know, life holds a lot more suprises.I am ready for them,may be not tough enough to face all of them,but definitely ready to learn more.