I started writing when I was school. When I say writing, I mean, “writing”, as a hobby. I was egged on by my then-English teacher Deepa Pillai ma’am, who encoruaged me to share my unchecked ramblings with the whole wide world. I was standing on the shoulder of giants, watching my seniors at school share excellent articles in the school magazines (I’m lucky to call one of them a colleague at work today).

If I could pick one skill that has taken me places, that would be “writing” (WordPress is a close second). In a way, being able to communicate effectively through the written word has helped me a lot in my past three decades of life, especially over the last one. I have been working remotely over the past five years, and writing skills have definitely helped me traverse a distributed landscape. In fact, I saw my writing skills improve through leaps and bounds over the past five years (especially over the past year or so).

What I like about my writing is that it is almost always cathartic. I pour my mind into my words, and the best pieces I have written have always been authentic. I like my writing to reflect a part of who I am. I also like reading what I wrote, it always reminds me of myself – of who I was, where I am now, and where I am headed to…

To answer my own question, yes, I love my writing. 🙂