Time is too unexpected to flow smoothly. Unwanted turns awaited in vain are too common to it. So is life. I remember myself at the beginning of this lockdown as a frustrated young boy, who was just fed
up of all social issues. It wasn't a problem to start writing but, he was just too blushed to gain inspiration from it. Still, he manages to write something up and upload it on Facebook and YouTube. A significant amount of response in both the platforms keeps him inspired. Thus dedication continued its journey. Starting insta was never my ambition or dream or anything. But time chooses its way.
One of my buddies referred me insta as a platform for my writings. Thus my journey continued. Though not smooth at all. Mischiefs, mishaps, depressions, suppressions and success they all became so dear to me. Rebels amidst myself and protest amidst my writings became a common phenomenon. But then there came a time where I questioned myself 'Why am l doing it? What will be the future?' But then I realise that it was me who should be happy by writing those quotes. So then I thought, my writings do have a future. A bright one. Their main objective behind their creation was to soothe my mind and to act as my best friend. And our journey continued this far.