Why I Write?

Sharing some quotes on writing, before I proceed to my story:

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” 
― Maya Angelou

“If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” 
― Toni Morrison

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” 
― Anaïs Nin

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.” 
― Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

“After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.” 
― Philip Pullman

“We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt–I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted–and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”

― Cassandra Clare


School was bad those days since it was a new one and I was yet to make any friends. I was still sulking because I did not want a change from my old school where I was quite comfortable, but parents’ transfer required that we move to a new city, hence a new school for me. Rebellious as I was, I stopped taking notes in class, never wrote my homework nor submitted my assignments. I was gaining notoriety day by day as the new student who would just not listen.

Sitting by my table one night, trying to read Enid Blyton because I had to write a review for the library hour the following Saturday, I was caught up in the world the words were creating around me. Soon, I developed a fondness for the mystical world of fiction and was lost in it. Mother would have trouble dragging me out of my room, Father threatened to throw out the books I read if I wouldn’t listen or respond to him.

In the books I read, I found friends- the kind I might never have in my life – from princes to rogues to feminists to animals! I loved and longed for their company in real life too. The characters from the books were sadly confined to the pages of the books alone. It was then that I discovered I could cook up stories, all thanks to my kid brother who would want me to come up with different stories every night – he just wouldn’t sleep until he heard a story. He was very particular in that way, he never wanted stories to be read to him and he would throw a fit if someone repeated any story.

I would get exhausted at the end of story sessions with him, but still loved it. The days were moving ahead and I was finding it increasingly difficult to come up with stories. It was he who finally came up with a solution – he would pick the characters for the stories. He, being an ardent lover of nature and animals, would come up with weird combinations of which I would have to make stories and narrate, oh and he was very particular about the endings, he always told me in advance that the endings should be happy… no sad stories for him. Ha! Easier said than done. Once, I still remember, he picked a cat and a tuft of grass!! What story would I weave for that little child from a grass that talks to a cat! But I did, and that’s when I felt proud of myself, that I could cook up stories too.

That’s the way it all started.

I have come to realize that writing touches people in a way nothing else does.

I still write, and my brother is the reason why I write.


This prompt is in response to WriteTribe prompt and also in response to the Thursday bloghop #80 at the Writer’s Post.


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30 thoughts on “Why I Write?”

  1. This is so heartwarming… your kid brother helped you to explore, enjoy and experience this magical world of words and writings! Very impressive!
    Keep writing 🙂
    Cheers 🙂

  2. Wow! What I wouldn’t do to have my own personal story-teller! Your brother and you do have special relationship – I’m glad he pushed you to tell more stories – we enjoy them, Bhavya. Someday I want to read the story of the cat and the tuft of grass! 🙂
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  3. Story telling. Wow! I have had elder cousin sisters telling us horror stories during our night camps. That is an art in itself. I am not a good story teller, because this requires the emotions to come into your dialogue, and that is not an easy task. 🙂
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  4. Beautiful story behind How and why you started writing !
    inspired me too
    You sure can cook up story out of every thing 🙂
    keep up the efforts and kudos to ur bro too who laid foundation (Y)
    Lovely quotes btw 🙂

  5. Ah, the story-telling to a younger brother which developed into a lifetime passion for story-telling – through writing! We need to thank your brother. 🙂

    Very nice, Bhavya. And thanks for sharing this with us.
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  6. Enid Blyton spoilt us all. I remember my uncle mocking me and saying the way your nose stays inside these books one day you would get one stuck to it. Writing always takes us back to those days, doesn’t it 🙂

    • Its like Stephen King said, “If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.”

  7. I spent my time lost in books as a kid too. The worlds filled with fascinating people between the covers of those precious books helped me forget that I had few if any friends. They helped my imagination sour and became my greatest companion. Even now, the written word is more my friend that real people. Wonderful post!
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  8. My first inspiration was a butterfly. Considering it was poetry that was my first passion, I think that worked out well. I do have a sister who shares my passion for reading stories 🙂 so I can relate to that siblingship.
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  9. Loved your recollection about storytelling with your brother and how he got you started with your writing. I also loved reading Enid Blyton and losing myself in books as a lonely child who moved a lot. Thanks for sharing. Enjoyed it. Cathy


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