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.