Yesterday..
Yesterday was the day of mixed feelings of
confusion, emotions and a bit of happiness. Something direct from my inside of what you think about yourself. Yesterday was the sharing day, of something you have gone through and now recollecting as if experiencing live. What I
think about the past, some good skillful handling or others not so likable situations. Yesterday was all about me, my life and the depth of my experiences.
Have you ever talked to your soul? Tried
to hear your soul?
I started writing a story. I tried to talk to myself. And I found some interesting things related to my own life, something I have gone through with deep feelings. I started looking at my intense experiences, or I guess some painful situations. Frankly speaking I never thought of writing something on this, I should try it out now.
Every morning I try to imagine what is
new gonna to happen in my life, though nothing really happens. I wake up early
morning with this beautiful thought. Take chai, read news-papers. I like to
read Bollywood masala every morning. I like those smooth, silky news-papers, I smell them.
Yesterday after two cups of hot chai I sat down to write a story. From where
should I start? I was clueless. Should I write fiction or nonfiction? I am
good in nonfiction, but that’s not the point. If I choose easy then I won't ever enhance my skills. Millions of questions started running in my
head. I need one more chai. I guess that will give me some boost. Silence! Let me
think, Let me think. Was I talking to myself? Have you ever chatted with
yourself. I guess yes, everyone does.
I was still stuck on my subject,
but finally I decided to write one story on one of my good friends. She was
like my sister. She is no more in my life. Don’t get confused, she is alive, but
we are not in touch these days. I can’t share more on this because then you won’t read my story, which I will gonna to upload soon.
Suddenly I felt so much excited, started recalling my memories. This
is the first time I am writing a story on someone who was close to me. But I
don’t really like the route of thinking that is only negative. I remember good time as well as
bad ones. Not really like to be reminded bad memories, well that’s part
of life.
It was a true flash-back. When you ever recall your celebrations, true relationship as well as fake friends, parties and a few fights, some emotions come to haunt you, mixed feelings come in your
expression and some drops of tears too. That’s what I truly enjoy in this process
though I don’t like much to be seized by that. Some times I cheer and some times I become miserable.
Finally I wrote some passages, outlined the story, and gave some structure to the
story. I felt happy but also somewhat hurt.
@ d the end of the day I came out with some
different thoughts, and a new story line. Slept with the feeling with the hope that my readers will like the story.
