Alrighty, folks! There couldn’t be a better time I would’ve written this. It’s 4 in the morning and no, I haven’t just woken up from my beauty sleep – I’m yet to catch a wink. Indubitably, I am a nighthawk. But that doesn’t matter. What matters, for me, is that I’m finally here, writing my first ever post. Yayyy!
I’m generally the kind of person who plans a lot and then slaps her head for some moments of respite. My friends call me a masochist to even think of a blog in the middle of such crisis called life. Crazy friends! They try to shake some sense in me but then, “ek baar jo maine commitment kar di, toh fir toh *like a boss* me apne aap ki bhi ni sunti..” Their efforts do make me ponder sometimes why I’m really taking this now when my schedule is packed for seventeen hours already, excluding the 5-6 hours I sleep like a log. But I have my answers.
I am here to reach out to more people and get my thoughts across. My thoughts are highly unpredictable. They might turn into wise words or just plain mumblings.
Also, I want to write more often. As someone told me the other day, “Since you are a writer, babes, you gotta write some more to get better.” Hmm, I wonder if it was me talking with me, but whatever! I’ll try to give turns to my diary and my blog, so that none of them cuss me later on.
It would be interesting to know what my readers think of my posts[I hope, I get a good readership. Lord, you listenin’?]
Okay, so it’s almost 4:20 now and I still don’t feel like dozing off. Should I call Hypnos, the God of Sleep, to help me? I might as well impress him with a poem. What say?