I remember the times when writing a poem, a paragraph was not that a big deal for me. I could do it easily, smoothly without any hesitation. And then one day, I realized I couldn’t write anymore. I don’t know the reason though. Nothing really happened. I was just short of words, I had no vision in my mind, I had nothing to write. That enthusiasm was missing. The urge to open up Word document was still there. But my fingers couldn’t move across the keyboard. And I had to suppress my desire to write. I had a few reasons in mind later. Maybe I wasn’t or hadn’t read enough books so that I could write more. I regretted that second itself. I thought I had wasted my entire childhood not reading good books by amazing authors. I loved reading too. I had stopped that also. I loved listening to music. I had stopped that too. I loved singing. And my voice was becoming unpleasant, I thought. It’s like I was completely surrounded by negative vibes. People encouraged me to write because they loved me. They loved reading my stuff. And still that didn’t work.
So, that’s how it’s been around more than a year that I have written something I am proud of. And it really hurts thinking the same.
Today, I decided or let me put it this way; I gathered courage to open my laptop and the folder “Poems” in it. Yes, I have a folder with a few works of mine. And I started typing in this document. It feels good to go on typing and typing.
Well, this courage didn’t just pop up out of the blue. One of my friends, Preeti, a gorgeous girl with the purest soul, she sent me a picture on WhatsApp. To my surprise, it was a sketch. A sketch of me. I was not expecting any such thing. She had been sketching my portrait since two days as an early birthday present. I was speechless seeing that. I couldn’t thank her enough. She’s a wonderful artist without a doubt. My God! what I remembered next took me minute or two to recover.
Last year,2015, we had a kind of deal, Preeti and me. I asked her to start sketching and painting and I would start writing. Well, she didn’t really enjoy engineering. She wanted to do fashion designing but ended up with wires and sockets in her hand, yes, electronics and communication was her branch. I wanted to see a beautiful paint brush and stencil in her hand. But as they say, whatever happens, happens for a reason and I am a firm believer of that. She was happy but due to hectic schedules of college it wasn’t possible for her to take out time for her passion, painting. So that was the deal about. I had stopped writing and she had stopped painting. We were on the same boat. So we decided to take the boat further, with our respective passions. She started painting and sketching whenever she found time. But I had really lost confidence. I couldn’t write. And I broke the deal. She followed. Almost every day I was reminded of this deal. I wish it were some kind of an “Unbreakable Vow”. But again, to do something, it comes from within oneself, you know. These deals and vows are just the head starts, I guess.
So, this is what came flushing in my mind. That deal of ours. I saw the picture, my sketch, and Preeti asked me whether I had started writing or not. I confessed to her that I was way far behind writing anything. She encouraged me again to start off with what I love doing. So here it is. A page with a few words for my best friend who believes in me and loves me so much and keeps on inspiring me with her paintings. This one’s especially for you!
I love you , Preeti!