That innocent little boy
Had now entered college
All the principles and theories
Were thrown in his carriage

New things started to happen
New friends started to meet
But the boy still remained innocent
He had never learned to cheat

But even in that circus
He didn't stop reading
The boy still loved those stories
Which kept his mind feeding

But then came a time
When he decided to change the game
Suddenly there was an urge
To get a bit of fame

He still doesn't know why
Why it was like that
But that moment forced him
To put on a thinking hat

Though that was not the only thing
It was also partially him
Who wanted to speak out loud
But was just shy to be seen

That was the moment
That was the spark
That was the light
Which would drag him out of dark

He knew he wasn't an expert
He was just an underdog
But that didn't stop him then
From writing his first blog

The words weren't deep
Neither were they shallow
After all they were the first
Of those many more to follow

The silence was finally gone
It was the beginning of the storm
After eighteen years of life
The writer was finally born

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My First Blog

"You have been silent for a long time, with all those thoughts swimming through your mind. You want to say it out loud, share those thoughts with someone. Someone who won't judge them right away, but to someone who would give it a thought themselves and then comment on it.

So, you create a blog of your own.

But the irony comes when you start writing your first post and just can't find the words. You think a lot, type a little, and find yourself in an even confused frame of mind.

But then the realisation suddenly draws on you that this is your first blog after all. You don't need to say everything now because then you won't have anything to say afterwards"

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That's how the journey began. Writing in second person.

Well, it's been a long way since then.