Words are immortal

Words are immortal. They record time, they preserve emotions, they convey ideas. Words are not mere concepts but contains their own persona. A word meaning weakness to me may depict kindness to you. A word meaning bold to me may mean rude to you. A word meaning beauty to me mean fragile to you. Words are the only frequency connecting our minds. Hearts indeed! Without them ‘we’ become many ‘I’s, ideas become very personal, dying with one.

In my life, I have encountered with words, millions of them. You all have, I believe. I have been touched by them, challenged by them, loved by them, taught by them. I have set by words to confess, to justify. I have walked with words, hand in hand, just to find the colorful grey in the black and white world.

I am here out of my greed to treasure some of my dear words, the ones which has broken me, reshaped me, shall make the man I deserve to be. Hope my words would mean something to you.