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What Makes You a Writer?


It's often said that heart-break, emotional trauma, past related issues and even the ultimate depression leads you to that extent where you start penning down your thoughts; at times in a fictional way or else in a very bold non-fictional way. But is that so? Is it always about the pain and loss? What about the rage within regarding other major issues? Ain't that big enough to challenge the potential within? 

I was asked often the reason behind all the love-tales and often about the tragic end. Some tagged it as a result of some failed relationship while others tagged it as a mere imagination. Well, trust me it's neither of it. 


It's like you're given the entire world and you have your one lifetime to make it alive as a whole using your words. The urge to pen down things happening in and outside is the muse that ignites the zeal within to put it all together with a pinch of illusion and lots of experiences throughout the days of your life. And that urge is more powerful than the so called mixed-emotions or the dissatisfaction regarding things. The turmoil within fuel your thoughts to do justice with the words you compile. You witness; you live; you re-think; you re-memorize; you add and subtract; you have debate in your mind- and then you put it down with your choicest words. The satisfaction doesn't come instantly. It never pleases the person within at the first attempt. It pushes yourself to that limit where after multiple self-rejection and self-correction you feel you have done it a little well. That way the slightly good creation is served to people and the appreciation and lots of criticism makes it a perfect work. And there one becomes writer.


Being a writer is not just about penning down the emotions. it's about living the life in a different way. Where you are the biggest critic of yourself. 


Am I a writer? May be not. But I'm in the process of penning down things that cannot be told in a better way. 



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