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Nothing and Something


There are days when you don’t want to write anything.  Today is one such day for me.  I would normally have followed the instinct blindly and written nothing.  But I realise I have to write something today because I promised that to a friend: that I would participate in the WriteTribe’s weeklong Festival of Words challenge.  My last two posts were submitted at the site with due compliance and loyalty.  The fact is neither of them was written for WriteTribe or any other specific purpose.  The naked truth is that I don’t write these days with any purpose.  Writing just comes.  Whatever I write is born of the thoughts that spring in my mind irrepressibly. 

Nothing was coming today. Nothing irrepressible, I mean.  But I wish to keep the promise.  Some friends are valuable.

That’s how I realised that I still value some friends.

That’s also how I realised that I don’t have any motive for writing.  I breathe.  I eat.  I write.

I’m not trying to influence anyone in any way, let alone convert.  But if someone tells me that he/she finds my writing good for certain reasons, it makes me feel that I’m doing something worthwhile.  That sense of worth makes me realise that I’m still human.  

Perhaps, that’s the only reason why I write.  Just to reassure myself that I haven’t lost myself.


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  1. Ravish ManiJuly 12, 2016 at 9:17 PM

    Hehe...Well, sir, To do things consciously without purpose is in itself a valuable thing. It's not easy to just breathe, eat, and write. It's the essence of peace & bliss. :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 12, 2016 at 9:54 PM

      That's a reassuring comment, Ravish. Bliss may be a bit far yet ☺

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  2. Pranju chakrapaniJuly 12, 2016 at 9:20 PM

    I have not even begun my journey and yet I face the same situation. And now I have this constant fear that after some days, I will not have anything to write. I will just become blank and simply stare at a wall, is what I fear.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 12, 2016 at 9:57 PM

      No, you are a seeker and since there are no final answers in life the wall will keep shifting. 😯😉

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  3. none to be knownJuly 12, 2016 at 9:29 PM

    You wrote today because you have a passion to Writting. Today it came out of your mind and not of some facts and knowledge. This innocence is a value that many of has lost. It's good to know that all hasn't lost that value till now.Writting for a purpose can often make it dull.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 12, 2016 at 9:58 PM

      You are wiser than your age, Jo! ☺😇

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    2. MansiJuly 12, 2016 at 10:35 PM

      It truly reflect your love to express, how it has so much become a part of you and also how much you value relationship..

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    3. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 13, 2016 at 6:00 AM

      It has indeed become a part of me.

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  4. UnknownJuly 13, 2016 at 12:31 AM

    Nothing irrepressible to write, but then you kept the promise to a friend. I think I pretty much follow the same I breath, I write..

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  5. Swati BatraJuly 13, 2016 at 11:43 AM

    I really liked your words - "...Just to reassure myself that I haven’t lost myself'.
    It do happens when nothing striking comes mind as an inspiration to write but still we carry on our passion for writing and improving ourselves.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 13, 2016 at 1:20 PM

      Nice to see you becoming a frequent visitor here, Swati.

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  6. upasnaJuly 13, 2016 at 6:05 PM

    It happens...but these are the days when Drafts save me and motivate me to write and complete them.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 13, 2016 at 9:30 PM

      I don't keep drafts, Upasna. I prefer writing to be spontaneous. Though some thinking backs up that spontaneity :)

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  7. sunaina sharmaJuly 13, 2016 at 6:21 PM

    Writing just comes.....and perhaps that is the reason your friend invited you....because of your passion to write....And these words that seem to say nothing say a lot.....The best thing that they tell about you is that 'You care'....:)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 13, 2016 at 9:31 PM

      I'm lucky to be still left with some people who make me "care". :)

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