Why I write?

I don't remember when I started writing
. . . . . . . But.....................
I have written some amazing things
many of the times,
Not on paper really,
but, when I was in metro,
. . . . . when I was in bed lately and can't get up for a pen and paper,
when a boring lecture was going on,
And sometimes also in washroom.
Don't u dare laugh,
because they were amazing....
I swear they were!

The other day I remember my teacher asking me to maintain a diary to scribble on...
I refused!
may be too lazy for that,
or may be I was not made for that which I thought.....
But...
I feel idyllic,
everytime I write something
My eyes revealing the joy and definitely making me more happier than. . . . . . . . the discounts given by online shopping
for products I desperately wanted to buy.
This could be a mediocre for u
but then I can see that cheerful glow, buoyant song-and-movements from my mom....
something from my writing is thanksgiving to her..
and then with a crackle she says everytime she listens to me " Oh! I don't get what U said, But You were Fab, My love!"