It seems like I’ve had the busiest week! Phew! Now that there’s a moment of respite, I’d love to invite you all to join my blog tour which is going to be the grandest event, coming to your town, this May! So gear up, people… Okay, let’s get serious. I had been kidding all the while!
I want to thank Rob from The V-Pub for inviting me to this blog tour. I couldn’t wait to get started after I happened to receive the very notification.
Let’s start with the Rules: Pass the tour on up to four other bloggers. Give them the rules and a specific Monday to post. Answer four questions about your creative process that lets other bloggers and visitors know what inspires you to do what you do.Compose a one-time post on a specific Monday (date given by your nominator).
1. What I’m working on at the moment?
To be honest, nothing. Everything around me is starting to feel like a giant black hole that is sucking away every thought and dream of mine. I want to pick up my pen and write something, but I have absolutely nothing in my mind. Apart from that, I’m sitting in front of my Mathematics books and trying to focus on a sum, but everything seems to jumble up. Probably, I’m studying too much.
2. How does my work differ from others in my genre?
I don’t have a genre! My works range from dreams to God to family to hope to random everyday things! I have heard people stress on the need to be “different”, but I believe that, no, you can be one from the crowd and yet inspire the people around you. You don’t need to do different things in order to be “different”. You can be you, ’cause that is “different”.
3. How does my writing and creative process work?
Almost everything that I write is based on personal experiences. I believe that simplicity is all that matters. You don’t need to have a genius brain to write a million dollar article. Sometimes, the best of stories are written with the littlest, most insignificant ideas. Why, you may write about the beauty of a drop of dew on the pale, crunchy, withering autumn leaves! You may write about the old man you happen to see everyday on your way to work. You may write about the little ant that crawls up the sugar cube and tries to drag it along. Each one of these instances has a tremendous beauty hidden. But we come across it everyday, and so, we think that it is not worth writing about. We don’t dig deeper. We don’t see the irony. We don’t see the pain. We don’t see their smiles. We don’t feel what they feel. And that is what makes these instances so enthralling! There’s so much scope to write more and more and beyond about these little things around us.
My brother and I happen to have many interesting conversations throughout the day, and whenever a conversation keeps replaying itself, I make sure to put it down on the paper. This way, I remember – the person and the story.
So basically, I start from nothing. At least, I start.
4. Why do I write and create what do I do?
I love writing. With a pen and a few sheets of paper, I can write about so many things. I can paint a picture without any colours. I can build a castle with words. I can make people come alive in my stories. That is why I write. It lets me dream. It lets me express myself. For me, writing is like a ‘horegallu’.
Back in olden times, in villages, there used to be stone benches called horegallus, below big, bushy, banyan trees where a tired traveller or two would stop by on sunny afternoons. There, they would sit and wait for someone to stop by. When another person would join them, they would talk about their worries – of how the summer parched their lands; of how they had to sell their cattle; of how they struggle each passing day. They would talk like they’ve known each other forever, when in reality, they would be strangers. When the sun would finally go down, they’d stand up and walk separate ways, feeling a little lighter and a little happier. Whoever said, sorrow shared is sorrow halved, sure did know right. The ‘horegallu’ was like a drop of rain in the desert. Strangers met. Strangers left. The horegallu was left with stories to tell.
Writing feels like an escape. That is what I do on rainy days. I write about my darkest fears and sorrows and feel a little lighter. I write about hope and feel hopeful. I write about happiness and feel a little happier.
Now, I’d like to nominate following fellow bloggers:
Walking After Midnight
Ruined In All The Right Ways
If you wish to participate, and I hope that you do, please answer the 4 questions listed about that I’ve answered. You can answer them anytime that you’d like as I don’t have a certain Monday in mind. Have a great day!