What’s in a name?

Words have always thrilled me. The way they take me places, make me feel and leave me longing for more. That is why reading has always been so dear to me. Writing, however, was an area that was best left to be explored through the essays and letters that the English exams always demanded.

But then, on the very night that school ended for good, I took to pen and paper. I don’t know how or why those things came to me, but I wrote like there was no tomorrow. Page after page was filled with all that I felt about my school, and what a void not being a school student ever again, was going to be! Something that had started with a single sheet of notebook paper, eventually came to a close with the last full stop on page 13.

A dry – eyed me that had walked out of school one last time, found the tears and words gushing later that night. A dull ache and an innate restlessness at not having a vent to how lonely I was going to get without the comforting four walls of school, quietened down after those neatly written words finally settled upon paper.

And that’s when it hit me! My vent out was not through what I spoke, but through what I wrote. Words made me happy; made me cry. They took me on a roller coaster ride of emotions and I was more than eager to jump on to that ride!

And what a ride it has been! The last 12 years have been filled with random thoughts penned down on scrap papers, moving on to neatly bound pages, then to Facebook notes and eventually introduced to anyone who was willing to read through a blog.

6 years ago, when I first thought of creating a blog, I struggled with these very words of mine. What should I name my blog? And just like that, the name – a host of people -was born. People have been the only constant in my life, other than my words. Each individual I have come across so far has touched my life in some way; either left me insanely happy or mind – numbingly shattered. However, no matter the joy or sorrow they may have brought along, I cannot deny that each person has moulded me into who I am today. For good or for bad, I owe my life to them.

And for that sole reason…the blog became a personal tribute to the ‘host of people’ in my life! 🙂

Today, as I turn a year wiser, I move my blog on to a bigger platform. I venture into exploring the idea of a website of my own.

With this website, I promise my words that I shall always take them this seriously. For through all those emotions that my ‘host of people’ have made me feel, it has always been these words that have kept me sane!

And with this website, I also give myself a gift that will last me a lifetime. Happy Birthday to me!! 🙂