I had left this page blank for a very long, long time not because there was nothing much to write home about but because there was so much to vent that I did not know where to begin or end. Well that rhymes a bit.
And that was the beginning. A sort of playful rhyming of words which I mistakenly thought was poetry gave way to writing short stories – maneuvering those fictional characters to my own tune was…is fun. What you can’t do yourself let them do it for you.
Well, writing can be catharctic, creative, quixotic and quite an awareness-enhancer as well and as I held my pen to paper slowly I became conscious of happenings around which converted me into a kind of self-appointed social commentator. Then came reviews – just for the heck of it at first! But a few trials later, someone brushing past those posts once said “Geeta, you are good at it,” which inflated me to no end.
It’s difficult to point out the exact date, time and so on but books poured in and reviews accumulated.
And now I really don’t know which one I like writing the most – reviews, commentaries, blogs or short stories. I am a bit shy about my poems so, I won’t include them in the list. After a lot of ‘eenie, meenie mynah mohs’, I end up with my finger pressed on fiction – height of creative satisfaction. Reviews follow suit at a close distance.
All along my life, I have waited for that turning point which is generally referred as “….and after that there was no looking back.” I don’t know whether that bend will ever come in my life or whether it has already come and gone and I have bypassed it by my own folly. But I still write on…
…in this little obscure corner of this infinite cosmic creation with the sole hope that someday, sometime, what I think and feel and write will find echoes of endorsement / approval / appreciation somewhere, in some nook and corner of the far reaches of human habitation where my steps cannot venture but my fertile imagination can traverse in the name of so called adventure.