The Beginning

I love to write. Whether people understand it or not is a different matter.

I got it clear long back. Like most kids in primary classes, I had an open mind. And a bizarre imagination. I would pour out all of this in the form of poems, complete with their rhymes and phrases. I would read and re-read my creativity back to myself and feel as an Oxford graduate everytime I completed a poem. I used to show my poetry to my family. Now you just don't deject a child, do you?! So there I was, all swelled up in pride whenever my folks would talk about my 'writing skills'. I was the next Shakespeare in the making. Or so I thought.

And then there was the school magazine. I would feverishly write out my 'feelings' and submit to the editorial board. You can well imagine my disappointment, when each year, the book came albeit without my write-up. Now seriously!! How could they ignore such brilliance!!

It was not until high school that my English teacher (carefully and) lovingly encouraged me to write paragraphs instead of poems.
(Looking back I realise the wonderful thing about teachers. They are such clever beacons, always guiding and re-guiding. As if to say, "Don't give up, just change your plan")

At that point, I felt down. Undoubtedly, my poems were bad. Nevertheless, I wanted to give it a try.
In a couple of months the term exams, tougher than expected, were over. There was tension over the results. I wanted to let go of this uneasiness and so I wrote it down. This time, as a paragraph.

Next session, as always, I eagerly awaited for the school magazine. And there it was - my paragraph, with my name over it!! WOW!!!!!

Needless to say, I have been writing ever since.

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