"Will I be writing anything new... Do I have a way with words... Am I someone famous... Then why would anyone read my words at all..." These were the questions that stood before me, when I was about to post my first few words on Mirakee. Let me emphasize here... post... not write. Because I've been writing ever since I learned my alphabets. My old notebooks, diaries, tiny paper chits... I keep finding my words, scribbled here and there, every now and then... some written almost 20 years back. Writing wasn't new... But sharing my words with the world was. People ask me why do you write. I write for me. This is the only thing I do with total selfish motives. I'm not doing it for popularity, or to build a career out of it. I didn't start writing to heal or help others. I'm not doing it as a hobby or a pastime. I'm doing it to stay alive. I'm doing it to love myself. I'm doing it to listen to myself. I write because that's the language in which I talk to myself. Anything that follows, is a gift... a blessing... in form of my followers and their words of praise and encouragement. I was a scribbler. Whitewings exists because more than 10k kind souls find meaning in her words. So many people read my words and so many have told me these words help them too. It is soothing to know, that the nectar of this pain, has quenched other souls.