Why I Write

I want to write.

I want to write about what I see, about what I imagine. When I lacked the vocabulary to write, I would draw. I would draw to the point my teachers would catch me Arts classes and make me revise my other neglected subjects.

When I decided to pen my first book in ninth grade, I forgot to notice even the Section Head giving a lecture to my class on the noise we had been making in the absence of a teacher (the very absence which I was using to write). I mention this because a few minutes later he gave me quite the wallop for ignoring his sermon on discipline.

I would have complained, but I had an idea at the time which needed to be written down.

I believe it is evident by now, if not in the spiel above, that I am a writer. Being a writer is a central part of my identity. Of the many goals I want to achieve in life, most are to be achieved by writing.

And hence I write.