If I do not write whatever I am writing now, does it make any difference? It may not make any difference and the situation may still be the same whether something is written or not. So, all those who write may know that whatever they write may not change the world. Much has been written so far and what has been the result? What is the outcome of all the thoughts and the desires? If something is written and that is liked and something is elaborated in a way that is appreciated even then what will be the product?

At the same time it is also true that most of the times when we think something to be white; it appears to be black in reality. When we try to reach to a rainbow, it turns out to be haze. If you write about horizons and it is read as nights, what is the benefit in writing horizons? If you tell a truth and it is read as lie and you have to hear lie as well, what is the need of telling the truth?

It is a truth that the rights of human beings are being snatched and there seems to be injustice everywhere. You start talking and shouting about it, but what will be the effect of your shrieks? You take the risk and you make efforts to make the people know about the truth but would they really know? What are you really capable of doing? I don’t understand why those who write consider themselves in possession of knowledge and education, when, in fact, they fail to be read seriously by people?

When a person does not have true capability, why is he given the right to express? And, what does expressing really mean? Expression should be in such a manner that all those who are the audience must accept that they have listened and understood something. The distances and gaps in comprehension should themselves start shrinking and the doors of the minds should open themselves, welcoming every bit of the words and thoughts that enter them. However, such an expression is not a common expression; it is actually the expression of truth and when it starts unveiling itself, all the other expressions halt.

Most of us, on most of the occasions, tell lie and if someone tells the truth, he does not tell it in the way a truth should be told. You might have heard those who claim to tell the truth; they talk as if they are unveiling any mystery, but, in fact, they tell nothing new. They don’t tell the truth but threaten to tell it as they are taught to tell lie and even sometimes they are paid to do so. They are, as a matter of fact, those who just wear the attire of truth but under the attire their whole existence is filled with lie and just lie.

There are many people in our world who live two lives; one that appears to other, the other is the true one, which is mostly hidden and they don’t want others to see it. Unfortunately, the lives that appear to others are mostly lie and the hidden one is the real truth. How can truth prevail in a society where the people keep on hiding it at every moment of their lives?

The most important service in our society is to unveil the truth. Though it may prove to be difficult and even bitter and the people may not be ready for it, but it has to be done. Thus, the writers, when they write must keep this service as the goal of their writings. Their writings must strive to show the people their true selves and teach them not to be guilty of what they really are. They have to know that their existences are better than their cloths which are lifeless and unworthy. In words of Marcel Proust, “Every reader finds himself. The writer's work is merely a kind of optical instrument that makes it possible for the reader to discern what, without this book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself”.

Definitely, there would be many instances when they will face the questions that are discussed in the beginning of this piece of writing, but they have to know that they do not have any other alternative. They can write and write and everything may go in vain but their writings would never die. They would be there and would stand as a witness to the cruelties of lie. They may even be ridiculed, may be neglected and even burnt, but they would never be avoided. The shrieks may be silenced but the echoes of the shrieks can never be undermined. The writings may be burnt but the thoughts and facts can never be flamed. The truthful may be ridiculed and even killed but the love and thirst for truth may never be eliminated. As John Steinbeck had said, “The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he knows it is not true”.

There have been many examples in history where the people who have told or written the truth they have been ignored, isolated and even punished, but the truths that they have told have remained a part of history and the world has afterwards benefitted from it. Yes, sometimes, the society takes its time to accept the truth but ultimately it has to accept it.