jetlag + read = Funtimes?

3am Pune time. am wildly awake and online.

feeling the need to write down thots. ever since i was a child i remember keeping journals, writing poems. but i stopped back then someone stumbled upon my write ups and read them loud OUCH! still hurts. isn't it ironic that now years later i feel the need to write not only for me self but to others who need inspiration, encouragement as i did back then too.

i find writing therapeutic, enchanting and priceless. i may not be the best writer but i do love putting words together.
recently i have reconnected with another past hobby reading-- luckily these days there are online novels, no more carrying books but i still love to do so.

here is too more new found past hobbies--read and write more!
i pray to write about my experiences and to uplift and encourage some one some day!