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Its 11:15 PM and I am still thinking what should be the title of my first post for my first blog. Hard it is to start with something but at times you don’t realize its even harder to start something you really really wana do, I always thought I am good with words and should write a lot only till I looked around to find out its not only me who breathes… its not only me who see's… its not only me who thinks... its not only me who has a virtual pad in mind that is a white board for the veins running down my skull scribbling on it every second.

A laptop with a broken 'forward slash' button 8 fingers and 1 thumb trying hard to make some sense but the title is still missing…I actually realize its so different to think and to write, when there is no pen no notepad around I have enough thoughts to outrun Shakespeare but when there are sources around my mind took a backseat …all the words… all the imagination is like on a world tour or hiding in the closet till I have given up any chances of putting them down on a paper to share with the world.

If you thought its just humans who are shy think again …. Words can be better nominees of this tag. I heard a lot of times that words are immortal once they come to life no one can take them away but I'll tell you a little secret today , they are very much mortal… all you need to do to kill a word is to not mean it… the word is like our body … nothing without its soul… nothing without being meant… and m trying hard to convince them to come out of the closed door and face the world.

The insecurity of being misunderstood , the pain of not being heard, the sorrow of being forgotten keeps them from coming out… they play with my mind all the time as if my mind was their backyard which they know so well that even I cant find their hiding spots, the moment I try to enter inside they all go missing…. Like the half an hour went and the title is still missing…