Some stories remain untold and you become story teller !!

I recall when I started writing, it was never a passion to me or I never knew that I was a writer in disguise or say a scribbler.. Ha Ha!

 It all happened by chance, one fine evening of 2004’s winter when I saw a child distributing news papers in my colony, he was hardly 10 years old, didn’t even have a sweater to cover his body nor shoes to keep his feet warm, thought entire remaining day about him; and from that day it became a chain of days, he used to daily come to circulate those papers in the evening. I used to wonder, why in the evening and most importantly why ‘He (a child)’. I was a student of 11th standard then, exams were approaching and I started writing an imaginary article about that news paper wala, without caring for the exams.Well, I wasn’t a type of student who used to study the entire year and relax during exams, so! It was a big deal.

I started scribbling, took a regular notebook paper and those glittery pens (they were the sensation of that time, at least for me) I didn’t know why those glitters! By the way, a page turned out to be a diary containing a story. However I came to know, I had lost it to a scrap dealer when asked my mom about that diary, sometimes such things also happen when your family finds everything a junk which belonged to your previous session of academics. Sigh!

Well, now I don’t remember what was the name of that child and what was the compulsion behind his job, where did he come from nor do I know whether he is doing good in his life or still striving for living. But he was definitely an inspiration.

I didn’t take that part seriously and moved on, in a time of split second the 2006 also passed by.

College! Welcome to college! The disaster happened then as I never wanted to be a part of career involving studies, but joined Chartered Accountancy; It turned out to be what it wasn’t supposed to be. I dropped it and started thinking what next and to be very honest didn’t know what I wanted to be in my life, in spite of having many options to exercise but nobody to support. And this is when I joined Twitter, being “An empty mind and devil’s workshop”, I started scribbling nonsense and it started making sense.. This is how it all started and I noticed I was writing! I wish to continue to write and communicate through my words.

I still miss my first story (remaining unknown to me too), which made me realize that I was a story-teller !!

“Some stories may remain untold but they continue to be written”.. #रshmi