Showing posts with label writer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writer. Show all posts

Sunday, 30 March 2014

A behind-time Introduction

A shout out to all you fellow individuals on the blogger-sphere. I know this is a tad too late but it had to come.
This is Richa here and my Twitter bio right now reads, 'Happy Writer. Creativity breather. Sapiosexual. Mad dancer. Panipuri lover. Tuneless Singer. True Leo. Adventure Seeker. Grammar Nazi. Social Media bird.'
These 20 words quite perfectly explain the whole of me. I love to write. Love everything that involves creativity. Intelligence really is a very big turn-on. Dance is a form of expression that I've known since I was a toddler with a running nose. To me, Panipuri is the best food in the whole world, and Yes I'm very serious about this. I love to sing but every time I seek my love, ten others seek me asking me to shut up, but I still continue. I proudly boast of possessing every quality of a true Leo. Adventures make me happy, a bit too happy. I always have this undying urge to correct anyone who goofs up with the grammar and last but not the least, I am a social media person, even professionally.

Apart from the aforementioned traits, there is one thing I strongly feel should be added to my Richa-in-a-nutshell-bio and that added characteristic would be 'A Wannabe Vagabond'.

When you Google it up, words like traveler, gypsy, wanderer, nomad, wayfarer, bag lady, drifter and many other surface. If you ask me, I'd be more than thousand times happy to associate these words to me and my being. However for whatever the reasons may be, I haven't been fortunate enough to have any of these to call my own. To live under the stars, at the beach, under the sun, on the mountains, at a village with the locals, near the river, around the wild, with the fellow travelers, on the road, nothing much has come to me till now, but I hope and want that it does soon. So yeah, that's a wannabe vagabond writing to you, how much ever she is capable of.

Hoping to be a little more connected than this through the Wannabe Vagabond Diaries.
Cheerio. 

Tuesday, 25 February 2014

Why so serious bro?

So, I get mad-happy about writing my blog and want it to be awesome, incredible, inspiring, crazy and all things nice. However, what happens eventually is somehow funny and stupid. Since, the time I started this blog, I haven't written any new blog except the first one, the one filled with over-excitement and supreme happiness and that's about it.

Thinking about it, the reason why I cannot write and come up with new blogs is simple, my obsession with making it a real good one, with writing only stuff that people would love to read and looking all oh-so cool out there. But the reality which struck me now is even more simpler, its a 'personal' blog and I can and I should write whatever I feel like. Now, apparently I will start writing more, this time not for anybody but to please my own self, to impress me with my own writing, which I hope will get better with time, and to fall in love with myself after every piece that I write. After all, this space is mine, book(mark)ed and reserved only for me, isn't it?
Happy blogging to me :)