Why?

      "It was half past nine when he finished the plans, stacked them neatly on davis' table, and left the office. He walked down the street, glowing with a comfortable, undignified feeling, as though after a good meal. Then the realisation of his loneliness struck him suddenly. He had to share this with someone tonight. He had no one. For the first time he wished his mother were in New York. But she had stayed in Stanton, awaiting the day he would be able to send for her. He had nowhere to go tonight, save to the respectable little boardinghouse on the West Twenty Eighth street, where he could climb three flights of stairs to his clean airless little room. He had met people in New York, many people, many girls, with one of whom he remembered spending a pleasant night, though he could not remember his last name; but he wished to see none of them." 

     This little paragraph in the book The Fountainhead made me wanna start this blog (especially the line: He had to share this with someone). I realised that there are so many things that i keep thinking of; there are so many interesting things that i read, that i listen to and that i experience. When in college, there would be some opportunity for me to share them. However, off late, i have begun to stop sharing (don't ask why). And when i do not share, i forget. So, more than for anybody else, this blog will be for myself. Just so that i do not forget. 

That's why.