I am Taha Bin Yahya, writing my first ever blog.
Writing: the most tedious job in the world, at least for me. But I am still doing it.
Do not know why, but still doing.
Have no idea about what to write, but still writing.
Do not know writing what, but still writing.
I have never, in my life, written such a thing. Never, I planned so.
I cannot believe I am doing this.
Laptop on top of lap; my fingers are doing what they are not supposed to.
I do not want to write but still I am…..
What am I writing? No answer I do have.
Still writing…..
Why am I writing? It does not matter. Or it may…
Today I decided to keep a note of my thoughts and ideas. Though useless for the cold world, but they matter to me.
They are my thoughts and they have a full right to bother me time to time and often when I have no time, they do so.
But I am not angry. They are mine and I feel like my duty to preserve them.
A diary, Nah.
Scattered papers, Never.
Yellow tags, Nup.
Side space of my books, seems reasonable.
Still no idea, still lost in thoughts, is my mind so dull to not even think about a handsome place to keep my tiny thoughts?
Is there no space in the BIG WORLD for them?
No. They are mine and I feel like my duty to preserve them and I will.
Thought about a blog. Am I out of my wits? Do I look MAD? Yes a bit….
WHAT: Okay, discuss that later. First think about space.
Any other possible place. Not in sight.
Okay then start with a Blog. I will keep my entire mind here. In this dark and lonely place. Hard for me to bear, but still I have to do this.
Sorry, I couldn’t do better for you. But I promise, I will never leave you alone. I will be here after and after, till I end myself up.
I am getting late. I have to leave. But I will come back. Wait till then.
