“You write because you need to write, or because you hope someone will listen or because writing will mend something broken inside you or bring something back to life.” ― Joanne Harris
I began writing basically as soon as I learned my ABC’s. Writing is one of my earliest memories of something that made me happy, something that made me feel good about myself. I never thought about where writing may lead me, how important it would become to me, or that it may just save my life.
My parents had been at work, and my widowed grandmother, who was looking after me. I had knocked on her bedroom door to ask if I could go to my friend’s birthday celebration. She didn’t answer. With a child’s intuition, I sensed that something was wrong, so I scurried down the hall to phone my parents at work.
Many years later, I learned two things about my beloved grandmother, the woman who raised me: she brought me up with intolerable levels of hardships. I found solace in writing. I had an assumption that words speaks louder than actions. In many ways my grandmother has been the muse behind my writing career.
I remember my very first journal which I had written in my school days, its been 12 years now, I had kept it in my desk drawer.It was a maroon hardcover book with a protective plastic sheath. The pages were cream-colored and had no lines.I had written it in a blue fountain pen.
When she was alone, my grandmother had experienced a great deal of emotional pain, but she din’t show it in her faces. While growing up in Coonoor, India, in the midst of freedom fight, she lost her dad and then had to fend for herself and her two elder sisters.
Many years passed and it was time for me to move with my parents, she found my journal in my closet and gave it to me. I devoured each and every word. The void which she left in my life became stronger as the years passed and I had my own problems to deal with at the age of 21. My problems inspired me to write down my grandmother’s life story. Although at times the writing was painful, it did bring me close to her once again and help me more clearly understand the magnitude of her many hardships.