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The Joy Of Writing


I’m often asked how I find the time to write amidst my busy life of a mum to two toddlers. Today, I will attempt to answer this question. 


The truth is that I don’t find the time to write, it finds me. Writing gives me joy. Plain and simple. It gives me something to call my own, sweet fruit of schematic labour. Writing provides me with a safe haven where I can translate the chaos in my mind into something constructive. It helps me articulate my thoughts and emotions. 


Words are powerful and I recognised their power at a very young age. It’s only when I started writing that I realised that as much as words can appease and satiate they can destruct and scathe. Writing therefore, presents me with a medium of expression and there is nothing more satisfying than being heard. 


I remember in school I would look forward to writing essays in the Languages. I also remember being mocked and ridiculed by some peers who were more intent on memorising formulas and chemical equations. Their juvenile mockery far from discouraged me. Why? Because writing made me happy! So I gave two hoots about what others said.


My earliest memory (possibly reconstructed) of writing is when I at the age of 3.5yrs would write the Alphabet on my own in a notebook. Another memory is that of me tracing my name on the sandy beach quickly enough before the waves erased it entirely.


Writing has always been a constant in my life. I began by writing a diary which would include everything from mundane happenings to some deep thoughts. Poetry followed suit and I still find pure happiness in poems, especially those that rhyme. There is something soothing, soul stirring about a rhyme. Perhaps it’s the rhythm it inevitably creates.

 

Once I started working I began reviewing books by South Asian authors. This is something I’m still passionate about but I don’t read enough at the moment. 


This brings me to the present day where I write about my journey through motherhood. 


So, wherever I’ve been and whatever I’ve been doing, I’ve always written! It remains by source of joy and for this I am indeed grateful.






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