I open my eyes slowly and turn my head to look at the clock and it is almost five. Time to start the week. The pink of the new day seeping through the white curtains. I walk to the deck to do my sun- salutation. Some of the trees in the yard have taken on their own personalities and paint the garden into a thousand different shades.I breathe in the cool, crisp air and try to concentrate on my routine. In the middle of the downward dog position I notice the bright message notification on my phone . Guess what? That is today’ s assignment to write’ Who I am and why I am here’. I stare at the sentence again and like it, but it is too early for that. I decide to write it during my lunch break.
I grew up in a house where in every corner on the tables there were books and literary magazines. My paternal grand father owned a book store and a printing press and my father was a writer. I used to see him in most evenings writing on his desk. It was like paradise. I did not care about food or sleep. I just wanted to read. People say it is the sign of an introvert, but that did not bother me at all. Every page of a book lights up my mind and gives wings to the soul. Even my paternal grand mother used to write stories for small children. I did not enjoy playing with dolls or any type of toys but I fell in love with books. On every birthday my friends and families showered me with books. I looked forward with lots of excitement to every summer and other holidays to spend my time reading new books. Gradually I started filling up pages with my beliefs, emotions and looked at the finished drafts as my perfect creation. I love the idea of expressing myself in various captivating ways. “Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wise counsellors, and the most patient of teachers”.- Charles William Eliot
As the children grew up I got more time on hand . Shopping stopped giving me satisfaction. Now, I want to have a more meaningful life, more satisfaction and fulfillment. I have decided to embrace writing again to share my thoughts through short stories on this blog. l want to raise people’ s awareness on different social and cultural topics through my writing and bring smiles, inspire, spread positive thoughts. And, have a deep connection with readers by accepting their input and feedback. “The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader reading it, makes it live: a living thought, a stay”.-Ursula K Le Guin