Writing feels like being asked to be friends with the volcano, having the breakfast of the thunderstorm and feeling drowsy on the lap of the wild forest
Writing feels like bungee jumping from the high places and floating on the water feeling elated and ecstatic
Writing feels like being in the cocoon of the mother bird, eating food out of her mouth
Writing feels like taking a long walk with the chilled wind, feeling cold in the body but warm in the heart!
Writing feels like sitting on the lap of a large body of water, but feeling wonderfully dry and comfortable
Writing feels like achieving all things possibly impossible in the world
Writing feels like squaring off all your liabilities and throwing away your credit cards, cutting them into minuscule pieces
Writing feels like being wondered at by all the great wonders of the world
Writing feels like reaching your old age and yet walking fast with the wind
Writing feels like stumble upon wonderful web pages, photos and people; making friends with them all and enjoying the happiness of getting introduced to the anonymous web world with its fullest glory
Writing feels like digging deep into the news, making sense out of the non sense of the terrors and teaching people wonderful lessons in the basic humanity of living
Writing feels like meeting your favorite author in the stranded lift, when you are waiting anxiously for the light to come back and the lift to get started
Writing feels like getting awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for doing something spectacular for the welfare of the humanity
Writing feels like becoming the favorite person of the Google search engine and being shown to the world time and again of all your writings, again and again, and yet again…