I have always wondered about life and the things that I do each day. What’s my purpose in this world? Sometimes you can see me lost in thoughts, gazing at the trees, flowers, or the people around me. Many times my mum has asked me what I was thinking and I would just shrug it off with a small smile. Was I thinking about anything at all, or was I just staring blankly? Or was it just my creative mind trying to conjure up a story?

Actually I love to write. When I see things happening around me, a story begins to form in my mind. And I tend to get absorbed in my own world, trying to fit in what I see in my reality to mold and nurture a story. Many times I drop off halfway through my story due to mental exhaustion or distractions around me in my real world. I would say that is a writer’s challenge, as we do not have all the time in the world to write a story and yet we do need a lot of that time to think through a beautiful story. At times it can get real chaotic in my mind due to several ideas converging at one go. I will not be satisfied with the way my story begins and will continue to crack my head over a good way to start the story. One definitely needs a lot of patience, self-motivation, and passion in order to pen that starting line.

Once I begin writing my story, if I get disrupted, my chain of thoughts breaks and I end up frustrated and unable to continue writing. I just crush the paper and throw it away. A story is like a child. It needs lots of love, patience and time. Would anyone abandon their child? Likewise I prefer not to leave my stories incomplete, as it feels like I abandoned someone dear to me. It usually takes a lot of discipline to sit down and get on with the story. However, when there is no pain, there is no gain. Likewise, I do need to sacrifice a bit of my play time or rest time no matter how tired I may be so that I can finish off what I started. Similar to how a parent does not give up on their children, I never give up on my stories.

The creative juices usually flow down to my paper to create a story that will transport you out of this world. That is how I managed to write and publish some books. Once I began writing, I completed the stories. I had to suffer through many late nights and felt completely worn out. At times I was reduced to tears and grief due to the stress and mental exhaustion. However, there was determination in me to finish off what I started.

This is when I began to learn about my own inner strengths — determination, perseverance, and hard work. Each time I wrote a new book, I felt myself grow with my writing. My writing style improved and changed as I matured. Sometimes when I feel lonely or upset I like to write. Writing is a medicine to my stress and it brings me to another world.

Therefore, I would say that I have found meaning through my stories. I feel content and warm whenever I get an opportunity to write. My books are dear to my heart and family to me.