Fallacy of a Mute Story

After a long contemplation, I finally decided to jot down my thoughts, give them shape, and put them into words. I have opened my page for my articles and poems, and maybe sometimes a short story or even a children’s story. It will all depend on the mood. If certain social incidents aggravate me, stirring emotions and reactions, this blog site will be a home for them. It can also be a space for other writers who wish to collaborate and contribute to this page.

My life has been a journey filled with diverse experiences, and I’m excited to continue exploring the world of literature and expressing myself through poetry. The only way I know to express myself is through my writing and my poems. I see the world through a door crafted by me, but all the carvings on it have been designed by many who have contributed to the individual I am today—right from being a daughter, sister, friend, and partner, who is always a mentor too, and at last, my children, who have helped me grow as a person. They make me realize every day that I have to evolve more. The books that I read in this journey were my saviors, those characters who encouraged me to move on. I, too, believe, like Albert Camus, that life is meaningless, and we are trying to find meaning. That’s the purpose of life—until the end, we keep searching for meaning, and eventually, we serve our purpose. And when meaning emerges, a meaningful life fulfills its purpose. I am also in search of that meaning, and at every station I stop, I will try to fulfill that purpose along the way. I keep refining and rewriting my journey because, just like a story, I, too, am a work in progress.