Why I Do It

I write because it comes naturally.
I write because I can neither draw nor sing well.
I write because I can describe the world in my own manner.
I write to capture my perceptions of reality around me, to better understand that reality and share it with others.
I write to challenge the limits of my own literary dexterity or the lack of it.
I write because it is therapeutic.
I write because it adds art to waffling and thereby justifies it.
I write because I don’t speak much because it is not a social activity.
I write to assert my freedom.
I write because, more than challenges, I like impossible tasks.
I write because amidst the indifference of life, moments of happiness are too transient.
I write because before mathematics, engineering, computational fluid dynamics, there was language.