12 years back when I was in school, I realised my interest in writing.
I wrote a story, a horror story in my personal diary and I gave my diary a title 'ScaryNightDoll...horror stories inside' I even wanted to publish it. I showed it to some close friends and my english teacher, well my teacher found it interesting, others basically mocked.
Not much years later I realised how stupid and silly it was and I stopped writing. I tried to write some polished stuff, mostly small reads but was never able to write story again.
10 years later I feel, ScaryNightDoll was not silly. I was a kid, my mind that time was free and fearless, it didn't scare judgements, now that I am always concerned with judgements, feedback and comments. I am not able to come up with a story fearing, will it be good enough for people to like it ?, will it be worth giving time? will it be okay to family if contents are bold ?
So, now I have decided to break the chain of insecurities I am caught in and as the first step I dared to tell in public about my creepy diary, ScaryNightDoll, and once again my writing endeavour begins.
I am back... Writer Babu.
