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Wednesday, February 5, 2025

A Herstory - Mine -- The Punjab- Gujarat- "Armenian" connection


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another aha moment

 Time and time again, I am plagued by negative or realistic thoughts about my writing. At times, so much so that I stop writing for a long period. No one reads them, no one cares, why do I bother? Then, I say to myself, no one reads them because my scribblings do not appear on their reading lists or they do not count in any algorithms in any way. Or they are not marketed. But the most painful reason I tell myself is that no one likes my writing because I write about useless stuff. That people cannot relate to my thoughts because my writings are worthless.

But then one day, maybe years later, I find the same things written or spoken by someone else, someone destined to be read or heard by many, on a respected platform, and I realize what I have been writing about were not useless, or worthless. That my thoughts are valid. For instance, that article on dying with dignity and the importance of living wills in India. There are others, which I myself have forgotten now. But while I am still sad that I am not destined to be read by many, or even a few, right now I feel validated in my own eyes, and I think  I will keep on writing. And paradoxically I should feel safer writing this way, almost anonymously. So I say now.