'Words', it's only words

I was just thinking what could I start with. Who is at all going to read the nonsense that I scribble through but suddenly I realized that this online diary is my own. If at all any friend is curious about me can surely roll through the pages.

First let me tell you something about my blog. A general question that anyone can ask is why have I named by blog as 'playing with words'. This has not been created for any commercial benefit. The objectivity I am nursing is different.

Words, irrespective of language can create magic. A group of words when compiled together becomes a poem, when oven with the involvement of various characters become a novel, when dropped to tunes becomes ode and when a lover utters for his maid he actually woos.

Words, even when, not spoken can play within us. When your id conquers over super ego, unheard words peep through.

Words that create a riot in you can come out in the shape of a creative asset. We all might not have the habit of scribbling but we can store those words in any form. These words when arranged together can surely give birth to something yet to be known.