Why Write?

My answer to that question will begin with another one—-Why read?

Yes, I believe that both these activities are intimately entwined. One cannot exist without the other.

And the credit goes entirely to my late father. Right from the time when he handed me my first book, back in New Delhi when I was perhaps 7 or 8 years old, I was hooked.

My first ‘real’ book was ‘Black Beauty’ by Anna Sewell— the story about a beautiful black horse with a white star on his forehead. I was enamored right away and must have read it several times over. It was a very personal story and narrated so well that I could feel exactly what he was feeling and it made me cry. Then there were others like ‘The Tales of Robin Hood and his Merry Men’ with the message of good triumphs over evil cleverly delivered through the thrill of adventure; ‘Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde’– the perennially relevant account of two diametrically opposite personalities which we all have encountered within us at sometime or other; ‘King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table’– tales of myth and magic which continue to fascinate us even now, and many many more.

I think ever since then, I have harbored a fondness for telling stories, though it was only realized a couple of years ago, when after seeing and hearing about the atrocities that women go through, especially immigrants like me from my country, I was inspired to write my first book. And I owe it all to my father. Thank you Daddy!

My first Book. I still treasure it!

12 thoughts on “Why Write?”

  5. Ramzz

    That was lovely.. I haven’t read any of the books u have mentioned..Should read it sometime..
    Thanks to ur father for inculcating the reading habit in u thereby leading u to write..

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