Someone said to me recently, “Most of your posts are about YOUR personal experiences and end on a sad note, more often than not. I know you personally. So I’ll happily read them all. But why would any random stranger sitting elsewhere in the world read your work? Why would he even care?”.
I had no answer.
These were valid questions thrown at me. And I really didn’t know the answers to them.
They gave me something to think about.
But even after much thought, I couldn’t answer these questions. I felt helpless.
I mean, this IS how I write, and I had never given much thought about it. I had never noticed that there was a certain pattern to it, and now that someone had rightly pointed it out, I was caught off guard.
There is a pattern to my writing. I write about emotions, experiences, life and the likes. This is the only way I can write. I have tried to write satires and other stuff, but somewhere, they have seemed too half-hearted and unconvincing.
So, even now, I don’t have an answer to the question “Why would any random stranger sitting elsewhere in the world read your work? Why would he even care?”.
I’m hoping that you, the esteemed reader, who’s spending the most valuable thing – TIME right now, and reading my post, would help me find the answers.
I want to ask you, “Why do you read my blog? Why do you even care?”.
I would be really grateful to you if you spend just a little more of your time and let me know your thoughts.