It is Right to Write!

There is a certain joy in interacting and communicating. After all, no man can live in isolation or in a state of complete silence. Psychology often warns us about bottling up our feelings, for it can cause a plethora of health issues, mental as well as physical. Some introverts will frown at this and will state that too much communication is so taxing on their nerves while extroverts will rejoice at the idea of interacting with almost any one they meet! It is important that we share our feelings, but it is also equally important who our audience is. In these days of rising crimes, we women cannot afford to share our deepest emotions and plans with any casual acquaintance. As Warren Buffet says “Honesty is a very expensive Gift. Do not expect it from cheap people”, and who knows what one may devise while fooling us with a smiling face and compassionate words? So, what is the way out? How can we find that balance? The perfect solution lies in befriending our own beautiful selves and venting it all in a personal journal. 

Yes, a personal diary or a journal- that will indeed be the most loyal friend. After a few months or journal keeping, we will also have a record of what and how we sailed through. I would like to share below a little story that we all women will, I am dead sure, be able to relate to and after that, I am going to reveal the most beautiful thing I have come across in journals!

Today I will tell you a story, neither old nor new

That we need to learn from follies of others too

Better be alert and not allow inanity to stay

That can damage us in more than one way

There was a young girl whose story I will tell

Her hair was curly dark and eyes soft hazel

She loved to write and think and converse

But alas! Could never find an eager audience

She would speak all day to leaves and snails

To her pet cats, lazy bums with furry tails

To her friends and neighbors and cousins,

Tired to core of her incessant musings

So, she would roam alone here and there

Singing her songs and poems she prepared

And would talk all about her ideas and beliefs

But no keen ear she found to give her relief

Then! One day, she was ranting on and on

And caught the fancy of a young gentleman

Lost in her words, in all her unheeding ways,

She talked to anyone willing to share her craze

He gave her a patient ear with a smile

One most gracious, charming and agile

They met every day and she would talk and talk

Of life, love and hands in hands they'd walk

Thus he gathered a lot about her, much enough

To lay his trap and be sure that she will rush

He knew what she loved and what she hated

And what made her tick and he slayed it!

She was in a vile trap which she did not ask

Slowly, that gentleman removed his mask

He turned out a wolf in a sheep’s clothing

She was deep in trouble of her own making

But at moment last she was saved

Her father set that villain straight

And kicked him out of her sight 

          And then, gifted her one slap tight!

Father then repeated his golden advice

“Ideas are wealth, never scatter in wild!”

Views and thoughts make up a being

They deserve the most reverend landing

Hence, dear women and all my friends 

 One who looks inside, surely awakens

Please save yourself from such a trouble

It’s good to speak half and write double!