Thursday, March 13, 2014

A decade to remember!

Man lives to make memories because if these flashbacks (pleasant or ugly) did not exist, how would our mind keep us company when sitting idle under a tree or staring at the ocean's waves. A mind without thoughts is just darn boring. 

As I look back my years of breath, I ponder upon several hurdles that I eventually lunged with a few victories that made me whistle, "sweet mama!" 

“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.” 
― Haruki MurakamiKafka on the Shore

My favorite year was when my infant was handed into my arms and as the months rolled by, my ears would get ecstatic hearing "ma" and I would jump like a bunny rabbit to do whatever he desired (actually, do it even now!) Well along came a physical hurdle that I made my movements restricted as joints got inflamed. This crushed my spirits, but when I would see that innocent smile it would make me forget my sorrows as I would limp to him and snuggle him with my swollen and painful fingers, which he would very fondly hold them tight while I would shriek with pain. After a few months when diagnosis was done, and medicines were pumped into my system, things were getting back to normal but in the midst I lost my job. This turned out fine since; we both got to bond. 

Years rolled by, and my infant was a toddler and had started attending pre-school. For those few hours, I started thinking about myself and what I need to do in this spare time. 

Started blogging with the name Abracabadra since life so far had taught me in abundance and this autoimmune disease was keeping me grounded whenever I would stress about anything. Thought of sharing my teeny bit gyaan (knowledge) to the world with daily mantras and some uplifting talks. ~3 hours for a few hundred words was a good exchange.

“The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.” 
― Rachel VincentMy Soul to Save

As my toddler ventured into kindergarten, his hours in school were longer, and that gave me an avenue to write on a different platform by challenging myself further. Hubpages came along where I started to write articles and many more paths opened up as I befriended many writers on Facebook who invited me to join many writing groups, which gave me the awareness of what this writing life is all about and how a novice writer can pave the path for herself.

I crafted the art of writing by myself. I was my own teacher and guru. With a scientific background where only lab reports were expected from a scientist, writing an article of 500-1000 words was initially a challenge, but now I can ramble about it with few hurdles. I guess practice makes a person perfect, huh!

This led me to write on many platforms, and I challenged myself further to participate in NaNoWriMo, in November'2012 along with many fellow writers. The outcome is my self-published novel, titled Choices. 

My favorite decade started in 2003, and even though the tenth year was 2013; I am still enjoying this ride because of my fellow bloggers, writers that spark my grey cells and bring innovation to my writing.

“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” 

― Marcel Proust

Aha! The memories made in the last decade were fun and they still keep my emotions in a static state because of the continuous ride. 

Mantra for today: Gratitude for all sorts of memories while dumping the ugly ones and carrying forward the sweet ones to another decade. 


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