Sunday, May 16, 2021


Days are getting busier with the atoz challenge going on. I am in the game with my other blog, Void Thoughts. There is a lot of reading and writing and sharing happening in the world of blogs because of this challenge. Lots of new connections are made. I am giving my best to catch up with the rest of the blogs. It is indeed a fun game that’s been happening. And we are only past a week. The challenge is running till the end of April.

Today morning I received a comment in Void Thoughts that made me fly high. Being called as a writer by two fellow bloggers is not something that I could just keep aside as just another comment. I will be framing those words. Or at least take the screen shot and put it in my forever folder.

Words do matter, don’t they? Simple words which we just easily and effortlessly throw at others carry a lot more value than intended. And that’s why I love words. It isn’t just a time pass. It isn’t just a phase to scribble down random ramblings and smile at the made up poems. These words, when pour my heart out on my blog, it soothes me. And when I read encouraging comments, those words, they elate me. All these are pure happiness for me.

I am still learning the art of writing. I know very well that I have a long way to go. But it doesn’t scare me. I am enjoying this journey of writing. I am living it. What else could I ask for! Well, there is one thing I wish for.. that if my dad was alive to see this. He would have been proud. He would have understood a part of my joy at least. He would have asked me about my writings. He would have said to write more. My mom knows that I write, but she never asks anything about this. I don’t quite often think about all this, but last Friday was my dad’s 4th death anniversary. I had a very good time that day. Met with two bloggers in person, Parul who blogs at happinessandfood and Anamika who blogs at the bespectacled mother. It was wonderful meeting with them. After that, me and Kanna went to the Gamezone, spent some time there and we had a lot more fun. While all these were happening, I kept remembering my dad. I felt that he is happy that I am happy regardless of the day and situation. Somehow, between those rememberings it dawned on me that I am missing my dad’s response on my writing. I know it would have made him happy, but I just wanted to hear. I wrote my first little poem when I was 12-years-old. I still remember his smiling face when I showed those four lines. I used to scribble down poems since then. Sometime later, things so  happened that my dad went away from our life. So he didn’t know when I started a blog and continued with random scribblings. When life finally seemed to have changed and he was back in our life, it was too late and death took him away from us as cancer.

This is one pain in my life which can’t be healed with few words. If onlys are not here to relieve the pain, I know,  but that’s how I feel at times.

Words matter. So don’t hold back them. The little time we have here to spend with our loved ones, make no regrets by withholding few words. Your words have a lot more impact than you realize. Your words, how little you think about them, it doesn’t matter, they are valuable than anything for some of us. Use your words to draw a smile whenever you can. It is worth it.


An IT Professional, an author, an accidental blogger, a lover of words and a recent self-care addict. I love stringing words together, which I lovingly call a poem. You can read my affair with words at Void Thoughts( and Reflections..(

15 thoughts on “Words!!

  1. I am so happy for my name to be appearing in your forever folder and that my heartfelt words made so much of a difference for you. 😀 I was not aware that it was your father’s death anniversary that day we met. I can understand your feelings about discussing your writings with your father and how proud he must have been. I send links of my blog posts to my father to read and he is proud of me.

    1. I am so glad to have found you through blogging, Anamika. I am so proud when I boast about my blogging friends. I didn’t tell anyone about my dad’s death anniversary. I wasn’t upset but just missed him. Meeting with you guys were so wonderful that day. Your encouraging comment I value a lot, Anamika. 🙂

  2. Vinitha – We are all writers cos we are writing the story of our lives. Aren’t we?
    I came here from the BAR linky and was glad that you mentioned the day we met. It was great knowing each other a little more. Your dad is proud of you and you know what? When I came back I realized what a wonderful way you are bringing up Kanna. We had just met and I loved how Kanna was confident cos he came along with me to buy french fries, while sitting with us he never expressed that he was bored with our conversation, he got hurt and just hugged his mom and then said bye to all of us so nicely. I was really impressed and I am so glad, I got to meet Kanna, Anamika and you! 🙂
    Let’s do that again!

    1. That’s absolutely true, Parul. We are all writers and we write the story of our lives the way we perceive.
      That was lovely to meet with you guys. Your words on Kanna just filled my heart, Parul. 🙂 Yes, he didn’t give any trouble that day, I was also impressed with him. 🙂 Thank you for giving us a wonderful time. You guys are the best! 🙂 <3

  3. This is such a touching post, Vinitha. I agree that some losses can never be filled. I am sure he must be looking down on you and feeling proud. Sending you loads of virtual hugs. Stay strong dearie. 🙂

  4. Vinitha,
    Quite similar for me this side too…. My dad would have been proud to read my writing. He would have asked me abt details and finer aspects. I lost him to cancer too. My mother doesnt really care much about my writing… Totally understand your emotion you would have gone through, when doing this particular post……

    1. I understand very well what you are going through. It’s the same here. Hugs dear. I don’t know what else to say because the more I think about it, it’s unbearably painful!

  5. Hi Vinitha,
    I like your blog. Actually in Sanskrit it says a word and it’s meaning are like Parvathi and Paramesvaran.
    “Vaagarththaaviva samprkthau parvathi paramesvara:”
    They always remain tightly together. So each word has its own importance, because it always conveys a meaning. and when I read your write up about words I got the impression that you are a good writer. Keep it up.
    sobhana ammayi.

  6. Words…the entire universe can be accommodated in them…reflections of a person’s life, history of a civilization, description of a country – everything!

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