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…