My Affair with Writing

Like any other affair, I’ve had my ups and lows in this relationship. The early stories that I discovered were in Tinkle Digest. Comics that got read over again when my cousins from boarding school would be home for the summer vacations. Chanda mama was another member in the house that would arrive promptly every month though I didn’t take to it. I would devour stories from language text books way before school started for the year.

I read too many famous fives, secret sevens. For a time my secret wish was to be a detective. You can guess where that influence came from. One of my early diary entries does have a page titled – Tips on Sleuthing.

I revered writers with a devotion a devotee has to God. This reverence never made me think that I could be one of them. I didn’t even have any contact with any writers within my immediate circle to make them human for me. At that time for me, they were somehow elevated mortals who could create such magic and weave words beautifully to create stories. Of course, I still revere writers today too. Today I look at them as artists but as humans too with their vulnerabilities. My view has changed from a single dimension to being multi dimensional.

I stumbled on writing quite by accident. I loved reading but never wrote anything other than the required essays in school. It was by pure chance that one of the essays happened to be good enough to be published in our school newspaper. Good enough by my class teacher’s standard at that time that is. This was followed by reading one of my essay in class where I remember my class teacher was nodding happily as I was reading it out loud. I think that was the moment when I discovered the true power and the essence of being a writer.

The feelings that you are able to evoke in your readers through words on a page is a heady and empowering feeling. After this one of my essays came marked with “You seem to have a flair for writing.” I couldn’t decide at the time if she liked my piece or not as I didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘flair’ at that time. So I looked it up in the dictionary. This was when the writing bug caught me. I didn’t write consistently after this but this is where the seed had taken hold. I shouldn’t admit this but I even wrote¬†essays or helped write essays for my brother, sister and cousins in school.

There are times when I have doubted my writing. I have now learned to have faith in writing in spite of these doubts.

What’s your writing story?

My Affair with Writing
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2 thoughts on “My Affair with Writing

  • April 22, 2016 at 12:20 am

    I liked this post. I think the distinction between reader and writer comes when one wants to create rather than consume words. I think you caught that bug for creativity in school with essay writing, like most of us do. For me it came earlier. I relished in creative projects at the grade school level and began writing for my own amusement as early as 1st grade, I believe. My first poem was about my dog drinking from the toilet.

    • April 22, 2016 at 2:02 pm

      Thanks Rebecca:) I think all writers discover writing through reading first. In the words of Stephen King “You cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you.”


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