I truly believe that everybody on this planet have something that they absolutely cannot do without. A passion that means the world to them. For some it is music, for some it is cooking and for some, sport. For me, it is writing.

Writing has become such an integral part of my life today that i feel like I’m paralysed if I see something that inspires me and I don’t have a pen and paper in my bag. It all started when I was eight years old, by serendipity. It was raining one afternoon and I was not allowed to go and play outside. So I sat and sulked at the idea of being indoors the whole day. Meanwhile, I was observing the serenity with which my baby brother was sleeping. He looked so calm and content. Before I knew it, I had a pen in my hand and I was writing about him. Soon, the rains let up and i casually threw that paper and ran off to play. When I came back home, my mother had found that crumpled piece of paper with my doodles and on reading it, she asked if I had written it. I said, well, yes. She asked me if I had plagiarised it from my english text books by any chance and I said, well, no. (still wondering why she didn’t believe me) Then she told me that it is a gift that I should always hold on to and never let go. The rest as they say was history.

Today it’s something i live by. Everybody should try it. Whether they think they are good or bad. It’s all in the mind. You would never know unless you try, so just write something, anything, everything. It is therapeutic, satisfying and relieving- something no wonder drug of the world can ever give you!