Why I Write ?
I don’t write because I always have something important to say.
I write because sometimes, something inside me refuses to stay silent.
There are thoughts that pass by gently, like clouds.
And then there are those that linger.
They sit somewhere within—quiet at first—but persistent.
Over time, I’ve learned to recognise that feeling.
When words remain unexpressed for too long, they don’t disappear.
They settle.
They press.
And eventually, they begin to hurt.
My favourite author, Dr. Swati Lodha ....once shared a thought that stayed with me: "when something within you knows it must be expressed, not writing it down creates more discomfort than writing ever will"
And Yes....I’ve lived that truth.
Writing, for me, is not performance.
It’s release.
It’s how I untangle emotions before they grow heavy.
How I sit with questions without rushing for answers.
How I make sense of moments that feel too layered to explain aloud.
I don’t write to impress.
I don’t write to instruct.
I write to understand.
Sometimes I write to hold myself steady.
Sometimes to process joy.
Sometimes to sit with uncertainty without fixing it.
Writing gives form to what feels shapeless inside.
It allows me to listen—to myself—without interruption.
And in that quiet act, something softens.
If my words resonate with someone else,
I’m grateful.
But that’s not where it begins.
It begins with honesty.
With listening inward.
With choosing expression over suppression.
Because some thoughts don’t want to be carried silently.
They want to be written.
And when they are,
the weight eases.
The breath deepens.
And the hurting stops—just a little.
That’s why I write.
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