Writing to me is an art that gives a profile or character to my thoughts and makes it visible to my eye.
Every word that comes from my pen makes incredible sense to me when I write it; and every time I read it, I relive it with the same energy and spirit as I did the first time.
I may not be perfect with my vocabulary and grammar, but I should admit that I put my soul to it, to give it life because it’s mine.
’Mine’ implies all those feelings and emotions of what I see, hear, feel or come across at some point in my life or the lives around me.
It’s not something I do because, I can’t sleep, but it is something that doesn’t allow me to do the same.
It’s not something I do because I have to, but it is something that I always want to do.
It’s not something to meet any deadlines, but it is something to keep me in line.
It’s not something that I daydream about, but it is a dream that I ought to live.
It gives me immense joy and a sense of accomplishment when I read the exact picture that is in my mind in the paper.
When I sit down to write, I tell myself, there is nothing to prove to anyone, just let it flow like water, let it take its course, let it take its time, and just let it be as it turns out.
As I look around, there is always something to write every day, and I think it’s the time, and the effort to put it in words is all I need. But, it doesn’t work like that. It’s all about the urge to write; it comes from within; and once I have it, nothing can stop me.
My scripts so far have advanced from diaries, and iPhone notes to poems, short stories and blogs and a few other ’works in progress’ to publish.
Life gets so remarkable when there is something to look forward to, especially when it is a dream, that has kept you awake for so long.
~ Chinchu Gibu