The way you like

Someone told me, “You have a good writing style”. I didn’t rather couldn’t actually fathom so I just thanked the person. I couldn’t because I don’t know what having a writing style means. I can’t distinguish between styles. I only thought people write whatever they have in their heart. I didn’t know people actually think about the style they want to express their views in.

We all have different styles of writing. One can be descriptive one time and narrative the other, (if at all you know such things exist!) or even a mixture of both. I don’t write keeping a style in mind. I just take my laptop and start typing. Sometimes I write long sentences while sometimes really short. Sometimes I feel like using the most magniloquent and grandiose words there are and sometimes the most lucid vocabulary there could be. So actually I really don’t know my style. I don’t know what style I belong. I don’t think it is necessary to know. I write whatever comes to my mind.

If you don’t have a particular style or just not know if have one or not, don’t fret. You might not adapt a style overnight. You build your style gradually. It’s analogous to your fashion sense at the beginning of your college and the end of your college. It wasn’t overnight, it took time. You would be able to conclude what your style is only after you have written a significant amount of posts. You might not be able to know after, too. It depends on you.

Countless writers and different writing style of each one.  Can they be categorized in just a few categories?  I doubt. And is there a necessity to categorize them into one? I think not. Why to limit yourself when you can write each post differently? Expressing views should be free from boundaries of categorization and classification. What difference it makes if you know your style to your future posts? Just as much as one divided by infinity, that is zero. So style doesn’t matter, keep writing in a way you like. Happy writing!


Life is a garden

Spring will come and along with it blooming flowers,

Your garden will only have a few of them,

And there will be many you won’t even know existence of,

It doesn’t matter, you are never meant to see all anyway.

Not all flowers in your garden will bloom together,

Each will come at their appropriate moment in time,

Not all will stay with you for the whole season,

Some will stay long, while some will be evanescent,

Each one is different from others giving you something unique to remember;

Be it petals: their color, shape or number, or the aroma it spreads, or even thorns,

The memory from each one is exclusive and an experience,

Sometimes the most beautiful flower will be the most poisonous,

Realization comes only after it has hurt and you come to your senses,

And sometimes one with the most ephemeral existence,

Will give you a fragrance you will always cherish when you are conscious.

Only with time, you will learn what each one has to offer,

A lesson, whether good or bad, will always be accompanied,

Treasure and appreciate each flower that is in your garden

Because it will transform you into a person you never imagined.