“Sweet! You’re here. I have so much to tell you. Where are you? I am sad you are not here.” Last night one of my friends left this sentence on my g-talk. I failed to understand: if she really had much to say then why only this much she wrote to me. Instead of waiting for me she should have written all of her things which she wanted to share.  True, often we come across such situation in our life. Please ask yourself is it so hard to write your own things? Yes, needless to lie to yourself. Writing is next to impossible until you start to write.  Mostly all of us just don’t start to write and writing remains a difficult thing of life. When I met her, I asked her the same question and very soon I felt she has a point. Writing is for the writers only. She doesn’t want to be a writer. She had something in her mind which she wanted to discuss.  Indeed she could wait for me. She could call me. She could come to me but couldn’t write her things. Well, I didn’t feel to start a debate over this. I said that I was a little busy whole day may be at night I can be on g-talk again. I could say she was sad to hear this but she took my promise and she waited. At night we were on g-talk and she wrote long about her life, emotions and helplessness. I did all what I could do.  Later, I copied our chat and mailed her in attachment and asked her to read and delete my words and sentences and read hers only.

 I only tried to tell her this:  you can write all of your things. You are capable but you are not trying to help yourself. Of course as a friend I am always with you. You need my support and of course I will do but learn to sit alone in front of your computer and soon everything will be easy for you.