When I saw Daily Post’s this week’s writing challenge, I knew this would make the right come-back post. I have been away from the blogging world for a while now. Having started taking up paid writing gigs apart from my full-time internship, I find 24 hours and 7 days a week extremely constricting. Historically, I haven’t been very good at the balancing act (literally and figuratively) and blogging took the backseat. I feel terrible. So with this writing challenge, sharing my origin story on how I discovered the writer in me, I wish to reinforce a more consistent blogging habit in myself. (Amen to that!)
I don’t have the memory of my first signs of affection for books and writing, but my grandfather does. And I have heard him recollect these memories a hundred times, proudly! When I was around 3-4 years old, my grandpa used to take me home for the Summer holidays as my sister was just born and my mom had her hands full. We traveled by day trains which took around 4 hours and apparently all I used to do during this time was scribble in my dairy. I wasn’t a child prodigy, so I highly doubt that I knew to write at that age, but I loved to pretend as if I was 😛 My grandfather always concludes the story reminiscing about the times we spent together when I was young. Yes indeed, my love for the imaginary world of fiction was kindled by his amazing stories. I have some clear and some vague memories of the tortures I put him through; I have even punched him on his face ( at age 4-7 😉 ) if he fell sleep during our night-time story telling sessions. Thus started my affair with words and stories.
I started reading books quite early and developed a super power : Fast reading. It used to be my favorite joke to shock people with how fast I can read as a child. A new librarian was always fun. I used to enjoy the look on her face when I returned every book, the very next day. My childhood was filled with wonderful tales from Tinkle ( a local comic) to Enid Blyton, Roald Dahl, Rowling and countless other dreamers who filled the reader’s hearts with ecstasy. I owe all of this to a very special teacher in my middle school, Ms.Vimala Paul. At that time in my life, she was the only one who never ceased to give me book suggestions and encouraged me to keep reading. (My parents weren’t very thrilled with the little Shm spending all her time on “story” books.)
Subsequently, reading led to a flair for writing. My first serious attempt at writing was during the Summer holidays of grade 6 or 7. I wrote an adventure story about two siblings who were on their Summer vacation and solved a mystery of stolen temple jewels 😀 Not very original but I guess I was too influenced by the Famous five and Secret Seven series. I never believed my writing was good enough, and that’s why the story never came out of my secret closet. To have progressed from there to writing in a public site – I consider it a personal achievement. I do hope I keep writing in some form or the other till the very end, as it brings me a joy unlike any other 🙂