On Beginnings



Writers fascinate me endlessly.

They are wizards, the way they twist their fingers and weave words into gentle wisps and curves, fragrant and soft. The way they roll off tongues and float in the air, linger a while before they leave.

The art never quite came to me. All I have been able to create are rickety, bent bones joined awkwardly with tape and tied with paper. Their meanings fragile to touch. Pretentious. Abstract, unintentionally so.

And yet, as terrible as I may be at writing, for the longest time it felt like it was the only thing my mind was good at. Words would flow from my fingers at every sharp bend in the road. Out, out, out, till all that remained on their way was washed clean. Words had become my friends.

Life took a turn, however, and I found myself engaged to the art of saving lives. It is an expensive craft to master; demanding all my heart, all my soul, all my body. I gladly paid the price, and gave away the words I had held on to so tightly.

Lately, however, life has decided to show me more of its layers. The cocoons I had built myself, saving me from the unknown have slowly begun to peel off. I am more afraid than ever before, I feel like an infant in life again. Everything seems new, stranger. So wildly frightening and ineffably beautiful at the same time.

But in these turbulent times of growth, my words have found me again, like long lost friends. They whisper music to me at night, sing me new lullabies, and demand to be affixed to papers and pixels.With this blog, that is what I intend to do- let my words have a corner to rest on.

Thank you for joining me in the journey. I hope we see each other again. :)

Much love,
Ujjwal

"I too have hated the words and I have loved them, and this time, I hope I have made them right."- Liesel Meminger

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  1. P AXISFebruary 10, 2020 at 12:25 AM

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  2. Naveen GautamApril 15, 2020 at 7:30 PM

    Ujjwal, your writing is so careful and creative. The way you describe details and create an imagery in the minds of readers is profound and inspiring. Thank you so much for writing. Looking forward to hearing more of your music and lullabies.

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  3. MyParacosmicApril 30, 2020 at 5:25 AM

    Thank you Naveen :) Much appreciated

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