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Life Of A Compulsive Writer

For me, writing is like praying to God; a solitary activity that completely absorbs my soul. I might as well be moving in a boat alone on a wide, open ocean. Sometimes I feel lonesome, as you often do when God seems to be too busy elsewhere, and my writing hand feels paralysed.

But thoughts and emotions have a power of their own, don’t they? They force words to pour out of your soul like a swollen river even in this paralytic state, especially when writing is the only way you know to express yourself.

I have been writing since my school days and after Internet became easily accessible, I began blogging in 2012. Today, as I look back, I consider my choice of WordPress as a blogging platform a very good one.

There has never been a single dull moment since I joined because of their prompt notifications for every milestone achieved, no matter how small.

Instead of being a fumbling, introverted writer, unsure of herself in the big, bad world, that I was earlier, I am now a confident blogger because of 24×7 love and support of my continuously growing WordPress family.

Every time, my blogging landscape looks bleak and I am filled with self-doubt, WordPress gives me a pleasant surprise, enough to motivate me to keep writing.

On 23 July 2019, I got the biggest surprise of my life. I broke all my previous records by getting 214 views with 54 likes in one single day! I felt as if I had won an Olympic Gold Medal! See below.

A big Thank You, once again, WordPress!

Before you jump to conclusions, however, I will hasten to add that though WordPress is a faithful friend, God will always be God, the Almighty, and nothing and no one can ever substitute Him. Without God’s blessings, nothing is possible.

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God Of Small Things

Here is the link to my latest poem on Poemhunter.com

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-of-small-things-2/

It was inspired from the works of the popular writer/blogger Mayank Austen Soofi.

The photo you see here of me with Mayank Austen Soofi was clicked in December 2014 outside my office…

A Big Feather in A Blogger’s Cap

Wow! 101 followers, 8645 views, 5560 visitors since 2015…Amazing statistics, as far as I am concerned.

Thanks, WordPress and my Dear Readers for your love and blessings!!!

I got this notification a few days back, but I was too caught up in other things and realized its importance only today…

Well, better late than never. It’s time to celebrate.

The Lot Of A Freelance Writer

I recently landed upon a writing assignment for a relationship website. This article is now published and my payment is expected to come this week. The photograh you see there is from my own collection, which  makes me feel really proud. Click on the link below and read on…

http://husbandwiferelationship.com/husband-wife-relationship-each-to-his-own/

The money that I am going to get from this is not much, but I consider it a small step forward in making writing my career at the fag end of my present one…

A Memorable Evening

On 3 October 2017, I had the honor of having my favorite writer-author-blogger-photographer over for tea at my home…It was a proud moment for me that evening as I introduced this much-accomplished author to my family.

See this pic below…With him scrolling down in my phone through some of my recent poems…

An Amaltas Day

My walk to the Metro station on my way to work on 23 May 2017 had something new and exciting in store for me; an Amaltas tree; a tree that Mayank Austen Soofi, my favorite writer and blogger, often writes about. I considered it my great fortune that day to have discovered one right inside my neighborhood!

It looked so gorgeous with its abundant golden yellow flowers in full bloom! A mere sight of it lifted me from the pall of gloom that had been over me for the past so many days. I could not help stopping by for a few moments to feast my eyes on this ravishing sight. Just below the tree, there was a yellow carpet formed by the fallen Amaltas flowers. I had a strong temptation to cross the fence and sit on it…

Just in case you are wondering if I reached office on time that day, well, yes, I did, quite miraculously indeed, in spite of so many obstacles, a stuck metro,  a traffic jam, and aafreshly water logged road right outside the office building.

Here are some pics I clicked during those guilty moments near the Amaltas tree…

Nahid Kaiser

Photo courtesy: Jasbir Chatterjee

Nahid Kaiser, looking bubbly and cheerful…

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I had the honor of meeting Nahid Kaiser, a young, talented writer from Bangladesh, on 1 March 2016 at my friend Shampa Das’s place in Dwarka, Delhi.

While she recited her poems from ‘Eve Unbound,’ her latest anthology launched this year in the SAARC poetry festival, we listened to her, spell-bound, completely mesmerized by her sincerity. I could easily identify with them; they were so similar to what I had written myself in the past.

But what impressed me most was her completely uninhibited style of reciting poems on subjects that most women don’t feel very comfortable talking about in public. When you consider the fact that she comes from a country of imperiled bloggers and a society where women have a long way to go in matters of social liberty, it is, I think, quite a commendable achievement. She managed to make it look very innocent and not for once did I detect any kind of vulgarity.

Beginning with her first period, she went on to talk about “Qabool, Qabool, Qabool” when she was dressed as a bride, then about her life as a wife, a mother, and ended with her thoughts on her grandma. Sometimes she laughed, sometimes she cried, and sometimes her voice quivered and trembled in keeping with the different moods in the poems.

Most poets are introverts and it takes them several years to learn to express themselves aloud as eloquently as they do in their poems. When I started out myself, it felt like getting my teeth pulled out from my gums…

As the evening progressed, the poetry and play readings graduated to a Rabindra Sangeet session. Somewhere in the middle, the group mentioned that they were going to sing “Sonar Bangla” in her honor. With her characteristic smile, Nahid stood up and said, “Eta amader jatiyo gaan,” meaning “This is our national anthem.” We took the hint and we also stood up, tall and erect.

Suddenly the room with its makeshift auditorium resounded with the melodious voice of the singers singing this beautiful song accompanied by soft music playing in the background. It was a lovely moment!

It served as a gentle reminder that freedom and free speech are not free and come with certain responsibilities which are mandatory for everyone.

Inspired by Nahid’s recitation and my subsequent interaction with her, I wrote a poem of my own the following day, ‘My Shadow and I.’ It kind of matched with a photo I clicked recently. The photo is given below.

I wish you all the best, Nahid, and of course, a long, happy, poetic life ahead!

My Shadow And I

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