Beaming with the aura of myself!

Dedicated to a very special friend who says he looks forward to my posts and that I should write more often. Well, his words are what I look forward to ;) 

I have been writing this blog since college. The followers' list bears testimony to the fact that this place has never had more than 4 readers or even 1 at times. My friends who began writing around the same time have their blogs too that have fetched them 50+ followers. 50 is not a great number for a thing such as "followers' list", but for those down the popularity ladder, it means a lot! :D 

Just as I happened to look my blog up on the web and read a few posts randomly, I asked myself why I never quit writing even when the blog could not achieve the stereotypical 'popularity'; why I found it worthwhile to continue; why I wrote despite the knowledge that there would not be anyone to read it and why I did not choose to maintain a personal diary instead. 

The answer to this was reflected in the blog itself- in the timeline (The list of years indicating the post name and year, found on the right side of the page). I reminisced and the idea of love and productivity struck me. 

The conclusion that is the most apt in my case has been the love for writing and the idea that this love has been the kind that never needed anything but a medium to express itself- which has been very cutely possible through this blog in its own little space. And that is it. The love. Love of doing something. When you love doing something, the love becomes the core driving factor for you to continue doing it. You do not wait for worldly approval, you simply proceed. There is something about love very pure and deep that ascertains the approval from the soul. I found out that my love for writing has been incessant ever since it commenced in the months following my 12th board exams. And that love- pure and deep- has been the reason that I have never stopped writing despite not getting the popularity that is usually desired. And it is this same love that has stayed with me in difficult times. 

The other facet of this love has been the joy of productivity. I realized that among all the years, 2012 was the one in which I wrote the most. 

2012 was the year when I had organized the first ever event of my life as an office bearer of my debating society. Eventually, it also proved to be the year when I won awards for various competitions at the university and college level. I was the happiest that year. Not that the happiness came free- I had worked day and night to achieve certain targets and had managed to face some of the gravest realities of being an exec body member- but the conclusion of each of the 'grave developments' was a serene sense of achievement. And THAT made it beautiful. I made great friends and embraced the idea of sportsmanship deeply. Contrary to this, 2014 has hardly got any posts-one to be exact. It was a turbulent year for me. The turbulence reflects therein. 

Happiness looks for broader accommodation, it inspires humility. When you are happy, you look for ten other people who can know and share it too. You wish to give others the same joy that you have. Better is the pleasure that comes from the sense of being productive, having achieved something, having done something great. That one thing does not look for assurance of there being someone who is 'actually' sharing it or not- you simply proceed with it with the hope that one day there would be one. 

For me personally, the joy of being able to have even one pleased reader is a catalyst (That explains why I loved my friend's words to the core. Those who have read it at times, have further stimulated the process... a big thank you to them! ) 

Sorrow, on the other hand, has often led me to being limited and confined. Melancholy has been meaningful, at times, but not speakable, shareable, ever. That is not to mean that the love for writing goes away- it only becomes dormant, if not incessant. Joy simply rekindles that dormant motivation to mould it into words. 

I feel elated to be able to even think that what goes on in my mind would someday be visible to the eyes. I love the idea of letting my thoughts occupy the digital space-waiting for someone someday to read, cherish and embrace. Meanwhile, the romance with my words keeps me pampered! 

So. Therefore. Hence. In conclusion- my love for sharing, through words, dies never!

PS: Trust me, my friend, your encouragement is invaluable.