How it all started :)

As I start my very own blog from today.... I'd want to commence by stating how I started writing stuff ...have fun reading, even though, it's my very first piece of write-up here...And I'd love it if you comment on how it went. Thank you :)

Writing is not something that I started doing from a very young age and yet I just love how it makes me feel every time I do it. As of now, It has spread inside of me as a poison because even if I try to fall out of this habit now, I just simply can't!

It all started out some 5 years ago when my very first piece of writing was published in 'The Himalayan Times', in the 'Schoolpost' section, for the very first time. The encouragement and appreciation I got at that moment made me want to try my hand at this....and now I am what I am today all because of the feeling of being appreciated

It was not that I started to write out-of-the-blue. Since a very young age, my father used to take me out to the bookshops once in a while, which created the love of literature inside me (Thank you Baba !). Gradually, as the time passed by, I was more interested in this field than ever which has given birth to this very own blog .

Writing is not something which I can do under pressure. There are days when I just feel like writing and everything comes to me spontaneously. I just sit in front of my computer and hit the keys like I've read that thing a couple of times. Yeah, It comes to me just like that. Sometimes when I'm in my bed trying to fall a sleep, suddenly the writer in me takes over and I end up taking notes in my phone that I save for the next day. Hmm.... Something must be seriously wrong with me.

Anyways, last year when I was just messing around on facebook, I stumbled onto a Blogger. Until then, I didn't have the faintest idea what blogging was about. And then I started reading her posts, and other people's post. I instantly fell in love with this feature of the internet. (It was love at first read) I planned in my mind to start blogging someday. Until yesterday, I finally decided to do it. So now, here I am...writing for myself and you guys ...and only hoping that you guys didn't get too bored..... hoping some of you felt that I can do better at this.. hoping this very own blog will get big someday!! ..because hoping is all I can do right now! =D

Every bit of criticism is appreciated ..... so comment away!

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AnonymousJune 11, 2012 at 9:50 AM
Good Luck :)
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AnonymousJune 11, 2012 at 8:09 PM
I really appreciate my daughter Anusha's efforts to start blog from today. Thank you my daughter !!!
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UnknownJune 11, 2012 at 9:37 PM
luvly gurl....really gud...chitto arko piece of writing ni post gara hai...
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UnknownJune 12, 2012 at 3:50 AM
this thng is awesome....m glad that u finally did it!..gud luck girl..i can bet dat u can do a lot more better!! <3 ya always!
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UnknownJune 12, 2012 at 7:49 AM
yes u hav got it in u.. so keep writing and rising.. da world is for u sista.. best wishes.. lots of love
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