{"id":3601,"date":"2024-09-02T03:29:43","date_gmt":"2024-09-02T03:29:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mindscapeinwords.com\/?p=3601"},"modified":"2024-09-02T03:29:57","modified_gmt":"2024-09-02T03:29:57","slug":"celebrating-10-years-readers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mindscapeinwords.com\/?p=3601","title":{"rendered":"Celebrating 10 Years, Readers!!"},"content":{"rendered":"
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In September 2014, I created an account on Blogger and posted a poem called Popular and Plain<\/a>. It was nothing special, quite plain. But, the very essence of the poem was about wanting to be seen. Even a plain person can be popular with their words, I thought. No one would read my blog, so it will be like an online diary, I convinced myself. I posted whatever the hell I wanted. I wrote travelogues calling them travel journals<\/a>. I wrote over 100 short stories<\/a>. I wrote what was going on in my life subtly masking it in the form of those stories. I wrote articles about the most random things<\/a>, like nostalgia, life in Mumbai, being an Introvert, growing up and so on. I wrote about my mother on Mother\u2019s Day<\/a> and once about my best friend<\/a> on her birthday. It was only after writing everything what I wanted, I stumbled across the niche which became my blog – books. It was much later that this became a book blog<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I was going through old posts, I started to wonder how the unfiltered amateur changed into an ace book reviewer. Aside from a small section about my life lately at the end of each month<\/a>, I rarely talk about myself. I wondered if it\u2019s because I have become more private or because there is nothing exciting happening in my life? It was neither of these reasons.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I realized that Mindscape in Words is no longer an online diary that no one reads. It has over 500k viewership till now with people across 181 countries reading what I write<\/mark><\/strong>, perhaps once or multiple times. It is no longer just for me, but for everyone who comes across it. So, forgive me, if I rarely share a heart-to-heart post. But, I also feel that I do just that in the form of sharing the love for books which truly touched me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I may have become busier at work and private online, but that does not mean you don\u2019t know me. If you have read a book I recommended for the reasons I recommended it, then you probably know me well enough. <\/mark><\/strong>If I recommend unpredictable mysteries, it\u2019s probably because my own life is quite predictable. If I recommend epic historical fiction novels, it\u2019s probably because all the epic I see is in the form of email escalations. If I recommend a novel with poetic and lyrical writing, it\u2019s because it makes me happy. If I recommend a book with short chapters, it\u2019s because I want you to feel the thrill of reading at a fast pace. If I recommend anything, it\u2019s because I feel it all. And, by recommending those books, I want you to feel it all too.<\/mark><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted to understand if my writing had matured in these past ten years. So, of course, I went back and read a few posts from each year. I do see a difference, but I will allow you to be the judge of that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n