The Old pages❤
All book lovers have a dream that one day even they will write books and people will read them. Such a spark even happened in me and maybe it still happens.
Part-1
I used to create stories with my limited vocabulary since when I was in the First standard
*though no one could make any sense out of it*.
But the dream of writing stories and making people read that (after several requests and childish bribes) was there in me since childhood.
I wrote fantasies, role plays and my friends enacted those out. At the first stage it was all about barbies, fairies, handsome princes and angels. That was the time when my world of imagination was surrounded by magics, mermaids, boons of the angels, beauty of the barbies and everything that never existed. The stories, though made zero sense but still makes me feel nostalgic whenever I turn over the pages of that old diary.
Part-2
Then slowly as I grew up, maybe in the fourth or fifth standard, fairies and princesses resigned from my company and ghosts took their place.
Palaces, oceans, kingdoms disappeared and haunted houses, villas, forests introduced themselves. The characters in those stories were none other than my friends who used to get excited if they got a role in my story. The were not surprised if they noticed that the stories were re-created versions of hollywood horror films or sunday suspense thrillers.
When I turn the pages I find all kinds of ghosts available in the stories, like a person who died of betrayal, a person who died of accident or murder, a person who died of depression, a person who never died of anything but still pretends to be a ghost, a kind hearted ghost, a sabzi wala ghost, a charity giver ghost, forest ghost, taxi-wala ghost and what not!
Part-3
Time passed by, horror stories left my racks and feluda, byomkesh, Enid blyton, Sherlock Holmes, Kiriti, Kakababu took their place. And so did my imagination world. I was in sixth or seventh grade then. I started writing some creative stories with my own imagination and own vocabulary. Not a random idea from a hollywood film Or sunday suspense. Though the stories didn't turn up great or creative but they were the real bookmarks of my first years of writing. Something which had only my authority and made some sense too. But not worthy of publishing of course.
I would write some thriller stories (as I called it) which had no thrill in it, but that's how it starts, that's how we learn!
Part-4
Between class 8 to 9 there was a sudden fullstop in my story writing interest. My interest got diverted to poems and shayaris. It took less time and gave more readers. There was a sudden addiction in me for poems. Again I would say, I wrote just as a hobby and time pass and not for publishing (the publisher won't even look at them) .
Since childhood, my taste for story books had changed frequently and so were my stories. But now the stories in my mind are no more influenced by what I read. I have my own world of imagination now, with my own characters.
I get inspired by not influenced.
Still, when I think about those childhood days, is it not obvious that I would really get drippy and sentimental?
Part-5
Currently I am somewhere between class ten and class eleven. ( board exams of class ten still not over, but nature giving a vibe that we are in class eleven).
I started with a story, I have a plot in my head, I have the characters. But jotting it down, framing it, adding spices to it ,takes real time which we don't have. So just waiting for the board exams to get over and a few days of rest after that.
Wanna give me some more plots by then?
(Comment me down which part you liked most and if even you felt this in ur childhood? Give me more topics on which I can continue my blogs.)
Osadharon
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DeleteGlad that u enabled us to have a sneak peek at your childhood stories and drawings.... BTW
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