Dear Neel #8
It has been good to be writing again. Yes, can you believe that I have started writing again, some poetry, one short story, and one draft of an entire novel? I don’t know what to call it, because it is nothing but a gist of ideas, but somehow I am inching towards it more than any of my current work. Anyways, I am still taking it slow, one small step at a time, writing a few words, reading a few pages a day, that is all I can manage. That is all I am happy with. Would you believe that a blog post of mine got published in a publishing house? The post recommended three books to read to educate yourself on women’s issues and surprisingly it got more attention that I had assumed it would. People came and told me that it was good, that they would read the books. I wasn’t expecting that. I just wrote it. Would you want to read it? Should I add the link below? I will if you want to read it.
Something else needs to be mentioned here. The last month has been soothing more because there was this calm and lilting poetry collection with me. I took it one page at a time, one poetry, one picture at a time. And I know that the book is not exclusive to me, but I loved to think that it was since it was given to me via passcode. Arete by Kate Blake, that is the name of the book. If Kate is reading this, I thank her for obliging me with a copy. To say that I loved it, wouldn’t suffice it. The other book was The Shiva Sutras that pulled me through. I have to admit, that the more books I read on religion and spirituality, it all boils down to the same thing, oneness. Truth. And still there is so much disparity, so much angst all around. Obviously, the conditions outside has affected me, and I feel guilty to say that I have been paying less attention than I should have liked but anymore and I might just lose it again. The separation of grief of others is something that I am still struggling with. Sometimes I think less of me because of it but I will stop here, before I make it again pessimistic. I will stop with the note that there is always something pulling me through when there is something pulling me down.
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