A Big Thank You
When I started off with Of Mountains & Crossroads in 2011 to record my first travelogue/memoir, inspired by a trip to my native, little did I realize it would become a huge part of my life. What began on a whim turned into a channel for me to express joy, frustrations, fears and excitements. And what began as an uncertain journey is now something that keeps my sanity in check, every single day.
I remember how my first post was written in less than ten minutes. I was flooded with strong emotions and nostalgia and it all bled on to the paper. That was 2011. And then the next post had to wait three long years, for inspiration and motivation. And so one desperate May I was forced by feelings to express my complex existentialist thoughts, and I did. A Pool of Thoughts and a Sea of Emotions took shape as a result. I did not have many people reading the blog back then and that was maybe because, I really don't know. Poor writing? No one wanted yet another article added to their Facebook feeds? Maybe. Nevertheless, I wrote, fumbled, calmed myself when words were few, started reading more and more, explored unexplored genres and discovered some interesting literary paraphernalia along the way. Towards the beginning of 2015 when I decided to hop out of my way to listen to my true calling, I just knew there would be no turning back. Writing to me, I figured out, had become more than just art. It was meditation, it was soul food, it was everything.
It has been a little over a year since writing and blogging have become a deliberate life choice and routine and it feels great. "Do what you love, love what you do", I heard everywhere. But it's only after I made this choice that I actually understood what it meant. It meant shaking off anything that took me off of my ultimate dream, it meant going any extent to chase my dreams and staying strong when things did not go as planned. There were days when I regretted leaving my stable job - days when I ran out of money, days when I couldn't afford a good burger, days when I felt my art was futile. It wasn't always rainbows and butterflies but some people and places made everything worthwhile. Every time I traveled with Nithin, every adventure I stepped into with Rose by my side, every month my family made sure I had enough to survive, every place I visited be it Coorg, Mysore, Mumbai, Chennai, Kodi, Gokarna, Lonawala, Andaman, each place, each person gave me more reasons to stay on course and continue doing what I loved.
Today I'm writing this post to you all with a soul full of gratitude. For travelling by my side, for all the encouragement, the constructive criticisms, the love, for believing in me and for taking the time to read the humble fruits of my imagination. There is no way I would be doing this had it not been for you guys. Nothing seems more important to me than the joy you vicariously experience through my words. If I've succeeded in channeling my musings to you in the simplest yet most honest way possible then I'm almost half way there. I hope you will continue to stay by my side on this beautifully uncertain journey through words.
I remember how my first post was written in less than ten minutes. I was flooded with strong emotions and nostalgia and it all bled on to the paper. That was 2011. And then the next post had to wait three long years, for inspiration and motivation. And so one desperate May I was forced by feelings to express my complex existentialist thoughts, and I did. A Pool of Thoughts and a Sea of Emotions took shape as a result. I did not have many people reading the blog back then and that was maybe because, I really don't know. Poor writing? No one wanted yet another article added to their Facebook feeds? Maybe. Nevertheless, I wrote, fumbled, calmed myself when words were few, started reading more and more, explored unexplored genres and discovered some interesting literary paraphernalia along the way. Towards the beginning of 2015 when I decided to hop out of my way to listen to my true calling, I just knew there would be no turning back. Writing to me, I figured out, had become more than just art. It was meditation, it was soul food, it was everything.
It has been a little over a year since writing and blogging have become a deliberate life choice and routine and it feels great. "Do what you love, love what you do", I heard everywhere. But it's only after I made this choice that I actually understood what it meant. It meant shaking off anything that took me off of my ultimate dream, it meant going any extent to chase my dreams and staying strong when things did not go as planned. There were days when I regretted leaving my stable job - days when I ran out of money, days when I couldn't afford a good burger, days when I felt my art was futile. It wasn't always rainbows and butterflies but some people and places made everything worthwhile. Every time I traveled with Nithin, every adventure I stepped into with Rose by my side, every month my family made sure I had enough to survive, every place I visited be it Coorg, Mysore, Mumbai, Chennai, Kodi, Gokarna, Lonawala, Andaman, each place, each person gave me more reasons to stay on course and continue doing what I loved.
Today I'm writing this post to you all with a soul full of gratitude. For travelling by my side, for all the encouragement, the constructive criticisms, the love, for believing in me and for taking the time to read the humble fruits of my imagination. There is no way I would be doing this had it not been for you guys. Nothing seems more important to me than the joy you vicariously experience through my words. If I've succeeded in channeling my musings to you in the simplest yet most honest way possible then I'm almost half way there. I hope you will continue to stay by my side on this beautifully uncertain journey through words.
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