WriterGirlHere

History Buff. Swiftie. Old Soul. Actually a published author now...OMG!

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True friends?

Always remember, if someone is telling you the juciest gossip about their "good friend" chances are they are doing the same about you. Don't indulge.

~ S.

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2020 summed up, a fearful year, stuck indoors, losing people but getting this too. Getting published for the first time is special and even more so when it is Penguin India (the largest publisher of Fiction in India) and Romedy Now (Times Group) bringing their first anthology of love story together. After 10 years of blogging my stories, historical fictions and romances, this was indeed a blessing. Hard work always pays off and even if people tell you to stop dreaming, don't! Because dreams do come true. Just when you don't expect them to at all. :)

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“Love is so utterly alien to that other idea without which we cannot live as human beings - the idea of justice. It is only because love is so profoundly the enemy of justice that our minds, shrinking in horror from its true nature, try to tame it by uniting it with its opposite.”

— The Shadow Lines, Amitav Ghosh

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Lost Bird

7th August, 2023.

No matter how far one travels, how high one rises, how much they grow, everyone wants to return home after a tired day. It is better if it is a person than a place.

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Back...

7th August, 2023:

A pandemic and a lot of adulting later, am back in the forgotten realms of when I first started writing down my thoughts. So many things have changed, except my love for books and Taylor Swift maybe. So many apps and platforms today, nothing beats nostalgia. Hoping to be active again. Xoxo.

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Purposes

15th Feb, 2019:

So much bloodshed and violence has turned this world upside down, created hate, and anger. It makes me wonder about the purposes of bad in the world. It is perhaps to make us treat the good things as precious. It is to make us believe that the good we get is what we deserve for smiling through the bad days. Or perhaps the purpose of life, is this survival of one's self through bad and retaining the good. But is it possible? To retain our good all the time? Not get swayed by the evils of the society? Truth be said evil, is easy and attractive. It gives us momentary pleasures. Enough to forget the consequences of it all. But as the world is "progressing" we are losing our good more and more and retaining the evil. The balance is already lost. You and I can never change the world. It's true. But what we can do, is change little things in ourselves. Perhaps with each individual effort, a world can again be build on love. Isn't Love the ultimate purpose of our lives? We are social creatures who need Love as a basic need to survive. And in all the evil that surrounds us, we are easily swayed with an illusion almost love like in nature. We are often hurt and bruised. The illusions of evil are deep and not easily escaped. But once we can escape it, we rise again, in all the light and goodness of our soul, pure as heaven, in love.

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Muse and Muser

I don't know if it's a thing about creative minds or only me that I need a constant reason to muse on. It can be a person or thought am temporarily obsessed with and all my writings reflect the same. Maybe because each ship needs an anchor. Or in my case a reason to believe in what I believe. Musing gives me just that. It looks like obsession to some and lack of variety in my writing to others. To me, the best comes out when I get inspired. Perhaps the relation between the muse and muser is the strangest for the world to understand. It is because most non creative and practical people lack a muse. Inspirations are truly rare. Yet they are indeed life changing. When you write about a person thing or thought subjected to musing it becomes a personal piece yet relatable to people. I always wondered how people find muses. Now I know you don't find a muse. Sometimes the muse just finds you and waits for you to tell their tale to the world.

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It's that time of the year!

8th October 2018:

The night grew darker and the stars shone brighter. The scent of coral jasmines spread in my room with the cool autumnal breeze. Have scents ever given you deja vu? At 4AM the sleepy child used to wake with a smile at the sound of conch shells from the radio. At 4AM a sleepless adult counts down seconds. Seconds to happiness. Seconds to little joys of life. The AIR radio of my grandmother's was loud and clear. It echoed through the house. Today, the loudspeaker of the phone goes nowhere near it. Yet, there is a sense of deja vu. To those times when right after the morning Mahisashurmardini I had to gulp down a reluctant glass of milk and sit with the book. It was exam time during this time of the year. And I always used to fall asleep with the book in hand. Today I stand on the roof alone at 5AM when the sun is about to rise. I am technically not a morning person. Though I may just sleep with the sunrise sometimes. The nip in the air is a little wintery today. And the solitude always a bliss. The smell of the coral jasmines add to it. Lines of a few poems come to mind. And then I look at the sky. It fails to give a blue october hue today. What is that exactly? Cloud? Smoke? Fog? Smog? Or simply the weather? Suddenly there is this feeling that something has changed. Something is not the same anymore. But is it me or the surrounding? Or merely the way I look at life?

The Sharad Utsav, is not merely a worship of the goddess. It is a celebration of life and happiness. I often find people my age reluctant about new clothes and aloof about the whole celebration. "Too old" "Too tired" "Too Busy"....

When did we start coming up with excuses to stay away from happiness ? Not me. I love it all. New clothes. Food. Walking till you sit on the road, getting drenched. I love it all. After all happiness is rare. Why not grab it when we have a chance?

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The Soul Calls...

6th October 2018:

The heart is most often played with. The mind is corrupt by others. The body used and misused. Then what is it that remains pure?

The soul as deep as the earth's deepest point. It remains unreached, untouched, unexplored. Man has landed on the moon, but the deepest darkest corner of earth, he refuses to explore. A certain fear of unknown haunts him. Just like the exploring of soul.

How many of us know our own?

To dare to explore the unknowns?

Souls remain pure and delicate.

Committed to ones like them. Rare ones. We hardly find alike minds beyond the earthly bindings of need and want.

Souls need no validation, promises or praises like our painted face. It is the soul that makes us who we are. Explore your own and see a world within.

Inside you,lies an universe of possibilities.Hopes, dreams and Fate. Souls are immortal. They live beyond time, body and places. Unlike our mind body and hearts. Souls are thus more precious than the wealth of the world. Don't ruin yours for a time beyond eternity. Who knows, years later, your enlightened soul can make history in another time, place and body.

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Dreams ...

4th October, 2018:

Had been watching "Tangled" for quite a number of times in the past few days and the main thing Rapunzel and Eugene teach us is "Never stop dreaming." This made me think. People often do stop dreaming. Why? Because their out of the league dreams don't come true. Now when Rapunzel doesn't stop dreaming what is her dream? She dreams of going out and watching those sky lanterns. Pretty lame for some of us and very easily achievable a dream too. But here's the thing. Dreams should be that simple and achievable. What should be sky high is aspiration. Not dreams. I dream of travelling to Hampi some day. Walk through the trails of Vijayanagar. I dream of sitting alone reflecting upon the himalayan beauty someday. My dreams are that simple yet not. I aspire to write and motivate. Make people hope in love and be happy. That's a little tougher than dreams. Here is the difference you see. If you ask me a lot of my dreams did come true. Be it standing at the cenotaph at Chawand or exploring Mewar and even dancing in a flash mob. These had been dreams. So yes I will urge others to continue weaving dreams. Because dreams are indeed meant to be fulfilled. And no all my Tangled ranting won't make me sing aloud "I have got a dream!"

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Art and Artists

29th August, 2018:

The age of social media is making everyone a poet, writer, blogger and artist. Is it peer pressure or just the fact that now a days it's easier to be famous than not. I come across some people who post everyday, stories inspired from similar stories, poems inspired from songs. Some even are literally translated. I am not being judgemental here but my perspective of art is hurt by this. For me, art should be respected. Creativity, Imagination and Artists deserve respect and only then you can be an Artist. Everyone with a DSLR can't be a photographer or fashion queen. Everyone with a pen can't be a poet. Those people work really hard for their passion. Stealing doesn't really help your cause. These 'social media' poets often lack purpose of poetry. The simple question one asks an artist is "Why this?" A true artist knows the answer. The purpose of their imagination and creativity. The "social media" artists check the likes and views. We are not writers, poets or experts of fashion, art or cooking. We are learners, in a process hoping to improve. I don't want to call myself a writer or a poet insulting those who really are. I am a work in progress aspiring to follow my passion. I like it that way. From personal experience I can tell that there had been many blogs, articles and stories, even quotes that I have held close to my heart while the world didn't appreciate them enough. It is because they didn't see the 'behind the scene' efforts and purposes of mine or perhaps I couldn't make them understand it. They saw an outcome I probably didn't do justice to. But for that do I discard my efforts or outcome? No. Because I know what that piece means to me. What others feel doesn't matter more than your own feelings. Another very common thing is assumption. Artists are often judged by their art. What they imagine is another world altogether. That is the purpose of creativity, to talk of a world beyond this one. With less connections to reality and more to your heart. That's what creativity stands for. If you can only pen and paint whatever is related to you, it's never art. When I started blogging, it was because one friend of mine happened to see my diary and suggested I should put out my thoughts. I have been a shy sharer. Always. I was reluctant. My first blogs have been silly, and teenage thoughts. Stories had been very low key. Yet they are special. Because they remind me who I am. Noone read those, neither did I expect so. But did I stop? No. Because it makes me happy. And happiness is rare and precious.

Another thing I barely understand is the need to buy followers online. Many of my friends suggested so. If I am buying followers it means I am paying to people who have no idea about me or my creation or purpose to like and comment on my social media and validate me. They do it for money. Isn't two people who actually understand and appreciate you better than two hundred who don't? I guess I am not that social when it comes to such things. I like to keep my readers limited and often prefer one on one interactions with everyone I know. I know most of them, we discuss history, stories, songs and poems. And I hear out their views and opinions. It helps me grow. It enlightens my soul. And most importantly helps me understand people and perspectives.

That is the purpose of art for me. Something that makes me happy and brings me knowledge. Because like my best friend always says, ' The only things that go with us are our soul, knowledge and experience. Books, travelling and art are the ways to help grow the soul.' I don't want to hurt the sentiments of anyone who has talent. It's just alarming to see how people often misuse it for fame. Hence, I write out my heart, hoping you will agree.

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A little about myself...

26th August, 2018: I am a overtalker, over thinker and over dreamer naturally. It has its own pros and cons. Well, for starters, people often judge me as outgoing in texts which I am not in person. I tend to speak my heart even when my mind screams 'Shut the F Up!' It lands me in trouble. I trust easily and often feel too much. At first I used to treat these as my cons. Now, in my mid 20s I just don't care anymore. It's part of who I am. And who I always will be. I have my priorities in life, and unlike most it's not about money or career. I know those are important to thrive. I get those lectures everyday. But my dreams had always been different. I see the world perhaps through a tinted glass. That is why spirituality, art and music attracts me. They make me imagine a better world. They make me feel like a better person. Small things make me happy. People are rarely happy in this world. Most of us are lost and actually don't know our purposes in life. We are all spend in a ratrace somewhere. I want to make my purposes simple. To Love. To Live. To Gain Knowledge. And share what ever little I have. Can those actually be my purpose? I don't know. But someday when I grow old, I want some people to remember me for good, and say 'Look, she taught me to believe and I did.' That will be a day I will be happy. Because I won't leave this world with anything else but memories, love, knowledge and experience. And those need to be satisfying for my soul.