Words by Shraddha Iyer
Beginnings and endings
I discovered my love for writing when I was quite young.
When I would write in my head
before I went to bed
before I fell into sleep
Instead of counting sheep
That’s also when I realised that there was a blurry line
Between a habit and an obsession
Just as you don’t know where the sea ends
And where the ocean begins
But then again
Beginnings and endings are always blurry
I thought I would miraculously remember everything I wrote at night
But when morning came I couldn’t remember
I would wake up with spite
Annoyed that I would write
in my head and not under a light
Because everything I had thought of would turn to dust
All around me but I could not see it
I could not grasp it
So waking up with spite
That became a habit too
Two nights became three
and then twenty two.
I could not stop. I tried.
Sorry I lied
I did not want to stop.
I still haven’t stopped
but now
I do actually write it down
Is it a habit? passion?
Or an obsession?
I don’t have the answer
But what I do know is that
I did it everyday
Simply because I loved it in every way
If you love something so fiercely
Fight for it sincerely
Chase it.
Chase it until you hunt it down.
And remember
‘Practice does not make perfect, practice makes permanent’
