IT'S NOT HYPOTHETICAL....!!!!!!

-KOMAL SHARMA

A writer is inspired and not wired. The smell of wet mud…the song of the rain….the buzz of the bees….. a happening of the day…… anything.
If I take the aforesaid seriously then yes I m a writer…I might not be the one as brilliant and wicked as Shakespeare and certainly not as contemporary as five point someone but yes I sense what many of us deny to realize….and it is exactly what inspires me to write…
A mother’s tear
A friend’s smile
A day of cheer
Or any hurtful bile……. I feel it all.
Writing is one of the weirdest art one possess . I know many of you might consider it nonsensical but if you write you’ll know it all. If you are happy it makes you happier…if your sad you’ll be terrible…. If you are in love then it’ll be all red… it just doubles the ecstasy and triples the pain. That’s exactly how it works.
Another conclusion I have landed up through my phase as a writer is that nothing is hypothetical… whatever one write is whatever one believes. The thing is how one describes it. How well can one turn thoughts into fiction and how beautifully fool everybody around. Therefore a writer is smartest of all. You’ll know all his life without knowing at all. Which character of his characters is him is the dilemma of the mind. It’ll not be humor if I define readers a writer’s puppets. You’ll understand what he’ll ask you to.
A pen and paper is all what a writer requires to tell the world that he is worth of millions eyes that role down to read those lines that describes all the unsaid.
I am often welcomed with warmth and wit of many. People say sometimes I hit the extraordinary threads of life to which I think, “really?? I just thought I was being real and not EXTRAORDINARY..”. what to others might be extraordinary is what to me the hidden feelings of every single individual it’s just that the dare to say is not so easy. Thus writing has provided me my escapism of being realistic and unreal altogether. I know how to slap without the action. I know how to sing without the symphony. I know how to cry without tears. I know how to laugh without a show. I know it all.
It makes me happy that when I sit and write it’s that time when I could be me. When I don’t have to hide the inner most desires….the inner most fears…the inner most nostalgia. No I don’t have to.
All I have to do is scribble and within moments it turns out to be one of my creations. Something I am absolutely proud to own and give my name to. And with that pride every time post them by : -ME
Thus thanks to my capability to express I have finally found who I am?? What am I doing??? And what am I supposed to do?? Which many of you still need to identify…. I M CERTAINLY A PROUD WRITER……. And to all those who think writing is for the free jobless and miserable… let me tell you this thought itself proves the misery of one’s mind.