“To write well about the elegant world you have to know it and experience it to the depth of your being. What matters is not whether you love it or hate it but only to be quite clear about your position regarding it.” — Italo Calvino
It just happened, I guess the void was too vast and with time I learned to find solace in words and at the end of the day, I would sit with my thoughts and bury them on the page.
That’s how I started writing and now there’s no end to this. Because reading keeps me sane even when I am doing the mundane things as I know that there are various books, which are waiting for me or there are those few words in the deepest recesses of my mind which need to bloom.
“You have to simply love writing and you have to remind yourself often that you love it.” — Susan Orlean
My love for Non-fiction and Essays keeps me rooted, I remember the first essay book which hooked me to words was in a different way. It was “The view from the cheap seats” by Neil Gaiman after which I have read many books by other authors such as Italo Calvino, Virginia Woolf, Joan Didion, Margaret Atwood, and countless other writers.
I keep reading and keep searching to find solace in words written by strangers and I prefer to spend time in a library than in a book-shop because that is what keeps me more alive.
“I am sick for those years when I was paying attention without purpose. When I was arranging stories free of import and when my imagination could draw courage instead of warrant that I stay in.” — Durga Chew Bose
I know my journey with words started very late in my life but now that I am in this fragile world I will be painting dreams in the sky, opening windows to breathe, to be unseen and still create wonders. What can be more beautiful than this?
There’s no end to writing because when we pick a new page we are looking for a new beginning and sadly there’s no end to this as it’s a war with our own mind which goes on and on. Somehow in our words, we find that hope and when we fail to do we read and search for that light. It’s a cycle that needs to be complete, it’s a reason which makes writers like me breathe. - Priyanka
Writing whatever inspires me not always poems sometimes it's just a rant which I need to let go.
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