But why ?

With millions of blogs for billions of humans on this planet, why one more?

That kept me from sharing my thoughts on the internet. Thoughts that kept dancing and howling and sleeping in my brain for years. I love listening to stories. I grew up creating worlds around me, trying to find similarities between the tales I heard. FYI, I still do! But there were a few recent additions to my world-building exercise. There are tidbits of information from people around me too.

• people from communities I’m part of

• people I meet at the shops I go to buy last-moment (often life-saving) stuff from

• people whom I’ve seen for months, sitting on the park bench and only waving at me (sometimes I manage to get a curve on their lips). ‘we are all connected’ is one of the true cliches I’ve ever come across. Being connected meant exchanging stories. Stories through complaints, requests, gossip and whatnot.

I realised one thing – there is information around you. How it reaches each one of us is unique. The same passenger, but different modes of commute. And this commute does make a difference. The passenger who came on a bicycle is more tired, thirsty, hungry and frustrated than the one who came by car. A friend (who loves the Beatles) sent an interesting fact about Hey Jude. The context of our friendship makes our story about Hey Jude unique.

An evening walk through my locality caught me thinking about the people I saw. Few standing in groups of 3 or 4 on the road, chatty ones with great listeners. one watched all walkers on the road from their terrace. A shopkeeper was hesitant to close the day’s trade in anticipation of more consumers. they have more expenses this month, I assume.

Where do I find their stories? Similar stories with different contexts and perspectives. From different situations, presented while drenching in a myriad of emotions. If such of our tales, the same tale but under different masks, are unique and important, why not write them? The world could become a better place with empathy; arent stories one of the most powerful tools we have as a species?

Hence, here is a blog. A repository of my tales. They could be our tales too, relatable ones – modified through the masks of my life. Underneath these masks we put on, we live the same story. Empathy through our small big similarities and differences makes us a huge community. A community bound together by different versions of shared experiences.

To conclude, and begin the journey – everyone needs to write their tales. Everyone must write. Everyone must have a window through which these tales fly out to a vast universe.