You complete me…
I had always wanted to be a doctor when I grew up, ever since I was old enough to think for myself. I used to scribble in my notebook every night about my desire to be a doctor. My notebook was the keeper of my secrets and desires; no one was allowed to touch it. My parents indulged me and never asked to see it or stop me from dreaming and documenting my immature dreams.
By the time I was 10 years old my ambition changed, I wanted to be an air hostess now. In went the thought and my notebook accepted this wish too. Now that I look back, my book has always been an unconditional supporter and cheerleader for my aspirations. It never ridiculed me and was always eager to embrace all my thoughts and musings, without being judgemental. It soaked my tears and reflected my smiles, my loyal notebook.
After a couple of years, there was a radical shift in my thinking and I decided to become a teacher when I grew up. By now, my notebook was used to my frequent change of plans and was gracious enough to let me list this ambition in her too.
Now that I look back, I see a pattern emerging. Whenever something momentous occurred in my life, I wrote in down in my trusted companion. She shared all my ups and downs in life too. My first crush was mentioned here, my first heartbreak too. When my dad was unwell, this friend helped me deal with my feelings and when I lost him, she was there with open arms to embrace all my heartache and pain.
After going through so much in life, one day it hit me that if I can’t go through a single day without writing in my book and remaining sane in the process, why don’t I become a writer? So this is how my journey as a writer started, with a flash of lightening in my confused brain.
Another thing in favour of my decision was my father’s desire to see me write and become a famous writer. Though I am not famous, but I do write honestly and bare my soul to the world to read, understand and relate with. I have found a vast ocean of like-minded writers who feel the same way and their expressions mirror mine.
My notebook showed me the way and guided me onto this path of creative expressions; she is truly my best friend and soul mate. A soul mate reads your mind, feels your pain and experiences your heart’s torment, shields you from the hard knocks of life and lives in with you and through you. My writing is my soul mate, she understands and completes me. Thank you for always being there for me, I love you…
Sulekha Rawat
yeah…a wonderful companion…great that you decided to become a writer, else we would have missed some wonderful stories and insights from a superb writer.
Janaki, thanks a lot for your lovely compliment. I am glad I met you on my journey to becoming a writer, you are gifted.
Yes, how true, Outlier. Our writing can be our soul mate. And in your case your notebook who has been your constant companion, always loyal, non judgmental and by your side. What a beautiful thought. I think from now on I will say my writing is my soul mate, I never had a notebook:((((( Love the way you put things into words my friend.
Rimly, Soul mates can be anything and anyone, right? Unconditional love is the prerequisite for a SM. Love your writing too, thanks a ton, Outlier <3
Your writing is always so simple and easy to understand, it truly comes from your soul. Keep writing my friend and we love reading it.
Sukhi, KISS…is my motto. Keep it simple Sulekha 😉 thanks friend.
Nothing better than to be able to share our deepest thoughts and longings. Thank you for letting us get a peek in to your soul mate!
Corinne, My soul mate is a mass of scribbled notes and we both try and make sense of each other, keep helping each other in the process. Thank you for visiting and for your comment.
You share so well with others , it is a great talent of yours and a lesson for others!!
Jim, thank you. Hope you win the photo contest, your pictures are amazing.
I can relate to this post, lady. I’ve been writing in a journal ever since I was old enough to hold a pencil. For me, writing helps me process. The good, the bad, and the in between–it’s important for me to document events as they take place. The other day I was reading an old poetry notebook of mine and laughing at my childish attempts at rhyming. Other times, reading past entries allows me to see how far I’ve come. I’m glad you have your notebook and your writing. Thank you for allowing us to come along on your journey! 🙂
You are such an inspiration Sulekha! I've encountered so many writers and I'm so pleased with the passion that burns inside each one of them. They weave magic… and give writing such an important place in the society. I could feel how much love you put in there!
Oh so talented! I feel so honored to have you as a friend :*