For me, answering the question of why I write is like answering why I breathe. I wasn’t always into writing – I was more into debate during school.
Life takes some splendid and some unwanted turns – mine did too. Back in school, I wasn’t appreciated for my looks. My looks were always joked about to the extent that I was called ‘Auro’, a character from the movie “Pa”. With the beginning of college, life changed further. My first heartbreak took place.
Soon enough, I felt that I had lost the urge to speak at all. I had so much to say but would prefer to cry at times than talk about the pain. What I wanted to say, I began to write. I remember starting with a blog where I penned down my whole ‘forever kind of love story’, dividing it into three posts.
Even when the posts were about my personal life, I would still share the link with as many people as possible and get them to read it. I think I was writing what I wanted to say to them. Gradually, with time, I discovered my interest in creative writing. I began taking parts in inter-college creative writing events. I won many of them during my last two years of graduation.
Sitting in a room full of people and writing my heart out would make me feel on the top of the world. It would boost my confidence like nothing else could. Today, my diary is my confidante. Today, ‘creative writing’ is the talent I am known for. Today, publishing a book is my life’s aim.
Back in school, all of us were in a protected environment. I write because, at this age, writing gives me that school-like security. It makes me feel like someone somewhere knows what I am going through. It makes me feel that someone is there and will always be there for me without casting any judgement.
Writing helps me believe that the world isn’t that bad. It’s my escape from the big bad reality. It’s my way to change rather than simply accept reality. It’s my way to understand myself. It’s my way to be.