Why I Write: I Feel Liberated After Pouring My Heart Out On Paper
There was never a plan. There is never a plan. A particular emotion springs inside me, wrenches my guts and chokes me until I give words to them. Every line that I have written till date is born this way. I feel liberated after I pour my heart out on a piece of paper (read Ms Word). And then I realise, how important speaking up is. I mean what other weapon do we have if we want to be heard? How do we bring about a change? We have to speak. We have to speak in bold and underlined words. And writing is my way of speaking up.
Let me share a couple of snippets from my book (Such Is HER Life)’
“You are rude, brazen and audacious’
“The word is confident”
“You are different” was their biggest complaint.
She loved the compliment.
There is always just one main character in my book – ‘SHE’. She is a non conformist who absolutely refuses to be a pawn in the hands of society. She is a rebel, a free thinker and a dreamer. She chases her dreams like a hero and faces life like a warrior. It’s time She tells her own story – not a story as a damsel in distress but as a knight in shining armor.
Rejections are a part of life. My manuscript too has been rejected multiple number of times but I had faith in my work and eventually it did land up in the right inbox. There’s still a long way to go but I have started the journey and I am not stopping.
Let me also share an incident (that happened with me) with you.
“Beautiful baby,” said an elderly lady who was sitting in the park where I was perambulating with my little one, one day.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“Girl or boy?” she asked.
“Girl,” I said proudly.
There is always just one main character in my book – ‘SHE’. She is a non conformist who absolutely refuses to be a pawn in the hands of society. She is a rebel, a free thinker and a dreamer.
“Don’t worry. By God’s grace, it will be a son next.”
I couldn’t help but stare at her in disgust.
“Whatever makes you believe that I am anguished over having a daughter, and not having a son?” I asked, still appalled at her presumptuousness.
“Well, let’s be frank,” she said, “A boy is needed to take care of a family.”
“And a girl to take care of two . . .” I said
This was the first time I held a pen. And I never intend to put it down!
Reecha Agarwal Goyal holds an MBA in marketing and finance. Literature has always fascinated her and she has an undying passion for words. ‘Such is HER Life’ is her first book and she desires to spend her entire life reading, writing and travelling. The views expressed are the author’s own.