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Why Whispers of Echo?

When I planned to start this entire new adventure, people often asked me, ‘Why Whispers of Echo?’, and I had only one thing running in my mind.

Infinite thoughts.

Everytime I sit ideal, I have numerous thoughts running in my head, which cannot be expressed by speaking. I usually think a lot when I sit alone, or maybe even while I sleep. And let me kid you not, I actually needed to put it all out.
I know there’s thing in journaling and there’s a very active journaling culture out there in this world, but to be honest with you, I’ve never found the peace in journaling. It gives me a chance to think more and get confused in myself and it ends up in no peace and no conclusion. Long back, I came across this monk who used to write blogs weekly, and they were crazily really fun to read. I was amazed at the idea of writing blogs. Unfortunately, after experiencing everything about putting my thoughts out there, I finally decided to open a blog site.
So, I’m lowkey grateful to the people who were directly or indirectly involved.

When I was filling up the ‘Title’ section on the website designer, I of course asked ChatGPT for some ideas and expected some crazy ones. That’s when I came across the phrase ‘Whispers of Echo’. To me, it clearly means taking out all the thoughts in my head, and all the emotions that keep flowing in.
Honestly this page is clearly depending on my mood. I, in the future will have a lot of clutter in my head which I will write about, because my head cannot keep all of it.
So yeah, Whispers of Echo isn’t meant to be perfect or polished. It’s just… me. A space where my thoughts, feelings, and random brain clutter can exist freely. Some days might be light, some might be deep, and others might just be some useless shit. But that’s the beauty of it.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you for being here. Really. Maybe you’ll relate to something I say, maybe you won’t—but either way, you’re welcome to stick around for the whispers, the echoes, and everything in between.

Until next time,
Aavriti


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