Why Do I Write?
Why I write isn't just because there's content crying out to be heard. I write because I like the me who writes. I like the high I get when something good comes out, when funny or painful words roll out in waves. When the surf is up, I want to be in it. When it isn't, I still like paddling around. It feels like my natural element.
This is not exactly 'why I write'.
‘I write’ because of little lollies (like a polo with the hole but not a mint)
My mother after she got married moved to a Metro city. Her maiden days were spent in rural areas of southern parts of India. No sooner, she got busy with her kids and her marital responsibilities, she found it difficult to keep in touch with her Mother.
Grandma lived alone. Mom was not lazy but she put things off, delayed doing things, thinking that it will be done.
This made Grandma worry. Worry for all of us. Her letters were often delayed.
One Summer vacation grandma suggested, why not dictate your letters. This way she could get her letters in time. So they both settled for me to be their future 'Writer'. One reason being I write very clean and tidy among all their loving kids.
So began that connection between mom and grandma through my first dictated, handwritten letters. The content of these letters remained the same for many. But they meant a lot for grandma.
For all those handwritten letters every summer vacation Grandma kissed me a little hard, gave me lollies and asked me not to share them with anyone …
I write, because grandma told me to Write with her kisses and lollies.
This is the fact.