Ideas are like
butterflies, they beautify your garden of mind.
Inspired and motivated to write something, I was on a mission to write a
book and like most beginners was on an idea hunt. I had to do pondering,
planning, reading and good God what not to start my journey of words to come
out with a story. But then it stuck me. Sometimes reading helps a great deal
but you know the things that come across and the experience you get have no
substitute.
You happen to go through a charade of things, numerous big and
little incidences and off course the people and their reaction to your feelings
and emotions makes your story. The story that is close to your heart, the story
that anyone can read but very few can feel.
Sometimes you look at the ceiling fan and think why on earth you have to
go through this or sometimes your pillow fabric makes you realize that it is
the only element on the face of earth that can soak your sorrows. Life is not always about sunflowers and
penguins. Sometimes it’s like hanging around in your loose pajamas and tees
whole day long and plan and work. Plan…God knows what? And work oh! That’s
fulfilling (provided you aren’t lazy). But somewhere deep
down in your heart you know where your life is taking you to and where you need
to go. You have kicked some ass and at the same time you know you have screwed
at things. Stories generate that way. The loss,the indifference of emotions,
the changes, the memories, every drop of tear, the curve of lips, the happiness
in heart, the genuine care, dawn and dusk, the pattern of sunlight and the constellation
of stars all of them say a story. This story is of the world in your skull and
four chambers of your heart..
