Why Had I Stopped Writing ??

    Why had I stopped writing ?? A question answered to thyself...

In my teens I was never much of a good speaker and was never been able to articulate properly.. I always end up in trouble if I start conversing with people, I just speak out what is in my mind.. some take me it as my blunt nature others tend to take am a person without emotions. Even people's close to me, the ones who knew me stayed away from me.. Reason I started to be alone to myself, that is the when I started to write.

Soon it turned out to be a pleasure for me, later on one of my passion, to a point I chose writing rather than conversing with other, even with my parent and brother..For 7 years, I just loved to left alone rather than mingling with others..

I came to know even my brother had the same passion towards writing.. a little much more than me.. as he chose writing as his profession after graduating engineering.. He never told his passions to me personally either, as we rarely talk.. I found about his writing skill when i spied on him because of suspicious behavior.. I read his personal dairy that he maintained, I was not interested in reading it until I noticed a poem of his about "Some stuff".. that i don't wanna disclose.. It was not an extraordinary work, it was simple yet something style was there in it which captured my attention.. I loved it  and  tried hard to replicate his work which i never succeed to this date.. He had his own style.. Later on when I was sure I can't be like him in writing.. I started to develop my own style of writing.. Most of my writing would be about the stuff that I don't share with anyone else and characterizing people of how I know them.. The latter part I do for a fun and I am good at doing it too...

Since I rarely used to spend time with others.. I never learned to let my emotions out.. I never really cared about it either, I was happy with the fact that I had paper and pen with me.. hence I never had showed any of my writings to anyone.. 

Three years back, I met this complete stranger, who I met by coincidence, was the first one to whom I started talking.. I showed my writings to this person and was my best critic all the same.. Although this person was the reason I stopped writing in the first place, which I have never regretted, because this person encouraged me to talk, to open up.. I was never the same after that.. I started talking with my parents.. and I finally started to confide things to my brother(Whom i Call "MAMA" these days)... From being a shy reserved type, this person made me a chatterbox gave a new perceptive to my life.. This person later on was not present in my life, due to my stupidity,but it did really made an impact in my life.. 

Long time passed since I took paper and pen for pleasure.. Today January 21st, @ 0030 hrs,, I have taken up my stuffs to write again... This time I have taken up my writing not to seclude myself again like I did the last time.. I am sure that person wouldn't want me to do that again.. I have started off writing in torn pages from notebook,got to buy a diary soon...