A piece of writing is like the flowing river. It bends and smoothly drenches the reader’s mind as its flows through a blank page. It touches several notions and covers a lot of bumps, finally the destiny is to go become a part of the ocean, the thoughts of the one who is reading. The specialty is that when we travel on a boat in this flowing river we keep looking at our own reflection on the surface of the water. Like the monk who sold his Ferrari said to John, “It’s not what you will get out of the books that is so enriching ,it is what the books will get out of you that will ultimately change your life”
For a writer its far more a different experience. Its like picking up the best flowers of different shades giving different fragrance and putting them together as a garland. It ornaments the life of many people by adding beauty to their minds. Writers before renaissance in Europe wrote about religion and gave expression to a strong world of Gods. And writers later have mirrored humans their own real image, spreading humanism. It’s as much a powerful tool as a weapon. Like the old sayings go, one says “A drop of ink makes a million think” and another says “Pen is mightier than swords.” This art is capable of touching the sky and melting it to rain.
This is why I am here. To write. To read. To fill the blank pages. Hope all of them who visit my blog enjoy the boat ride !