HOW I WAS INSPIRED TO BE A WRITER* ?

Somdatta Mitra

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HOW I WAS INSPIRED TO BE A WRITER* ?

The freedom to cherish life from my early childhood ,

Social interactions at Noida ( U.P. )with my father uplifted my urge to paint and draw.

Winning accolades in several competitions locally in those days ,

Encouraged me to devote significant time in further exploring myself.

It began with an urge to write letters,

In post cards , inland letters or in an envelope.

Cherishing the moments when the reply would be left in our letter box,

One after another it invigorated the spirits to write a few lines on poems.

In school magazines once it was published ,

I was jubilant and ecstatic to embrace my mother in an euphoria.

One day in my summer holidays I had an opportunity to meet ,

The eminent literateur Nabanita Deb Sen in Kolkata.

She inspired me to write after reading my poems with a vivacity and charm,

She motivated me that writing is a passion;

That can develop an individual's search for peace and tranquil ennoblement.

Love for writing triggered my emotions further,

While travelling in the hills or observing the holy Kanchenjunga.

A kind of pristine beauty emanated from my writing ,

A few poems I wrote in Mussoorie left others speechless in that eclectic beauty.

How adventurous it was enjoying the serenity !

How divine it was to chase the ducks over the hills!

It seemed that God was great to gift us with such a paradise,

Even the fresh milk of cows seemed to me to be so divine.

Once it happened that I published a poem on Crows,

One of my friend being overwhelmed with the concept; Painted that picture in her canvas and bowed.

A spiritual attachment is felt while we write or paint,

A devotion or constant passion drives me more into publishing new poems each day.

Participating in anthologies uplift new vibes altogether,

Now in this journey I am determined to be a renowned writer which is my ultimate goal.

Inspiration from my father to go ahead in life ,

Motivation from friends uplifted my stride.

Liberty to explore the passion in painting and writing,

Developed when my mother strengthened my urge.

A support from my surroundings from friends and teachers compelled me to embark on a journey altogether.

Writing is a dream of a series of emotions in one basket,

Where the ink spreads fragrance and the paper embraces with compassion.

The published books rejoices to pat on my back ,

The trophies and medals encourages me to gallop towards a horizon for which I'm always so eager.

Somdatta Mitra