MellowDrama

For years, I believed something was wrong with me. My life looked anything but structured. It felt unplanned, unpredictable, improvised. Everyone else seemed to know something I didn’t. They had a path. A pace. A plan. I couldn’t even name what I was missing. I only knew I didn’t have it. With nothing solid to lean on, no defined skill, no leverage, no clear career path, I turned to the one thing I had always carried with me in my quiver: writing. Since childhood, writing has been how I make sense of what I see, what I feel, and how I connect with the world. When I returned to it during the pandemic, I realised writing isn't only just about stories, poems, or articles that my experiences could yield...the craft of it. Writing could also give me something that I thought was elusive and rare- clarity. Something that I could not access by thinking alone. Something that became visible only when words helped it take shape on a page. 📍So, when I wrote about my fears, I understood who I ...

I participated in the Blogchatter A2Z on almost the last minute. I was not confident about my ability to write a blogpost everyday. I have been at blogging for donkey's years now but consistency, well, who knows what that is. I signed up with a lot of trepidation for sure and made no promises to myself yet when I uploaded my last post on alphabet Z, I could not but smile at the journey I had undertaken via these posts. They say that you should write about something that you are a master of. I have been parenting for more than a decade and having really not studied anything dedicatedly in my whole life ( Jack of all trades was coined for yours truly) did not actually have a subject to write upon. Well, so I set out with the first alphabet- A . As could be expected with my first alphabet I woke up to the need of being organised and prepared for the herculean challenge. Anyway, that is the way things are with me. Always in the retrospective. But finish I did the 26 alphabets ...

What do you write when you want to write? When there are precious moments of solitude And no distractions When there is a story bubbling inside of you And the ending lures you into reading those of others When days have passed without having had a conversation Though there are plenty of subjects But there is a dearth of subjects that  matter What do you write when your memory fails And you can't recall exactly whether it was the month of June or July The 20th or the 22nd The tale of which you want to relate What do you write when you want to write About the burning desires And glorious goals Of which you have little knowledge left What do you write when there is stillness all around you But you yearn for some noise