Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

JOURNEY OF MY WRITING.

Short story By: kannette
Other


the words, 'mistakes','motivate','inspired' were pounding in my ears.


Submitted:Oct 12, 2012    Reads: 49    Comments: 10    Likes: 3   


A very fine morning. Today, an unusual bird woke me up with its sweet chirping. I had my breakfast and was totally jobless. I was looking outside and like someone planted a thought in my mind 'to write'. I read a lot of books and many a times I have come to a line written by authors, "I need inspiration and motivation to write." I never cared for that line. I felt it extravagant. The morning was pleasant to do any thing creative. It exited me to carry out my plan. I went outside with my book, pen and cell phone. A clean road with trees planted side ways, stagnant water and salt pan. Few joggers were doing their exercise. I sat on a bench and was starring blankly at the trees.

I had a story in mind, a perfect topic, outline and every character to be fitted in. but how to start? From where? I had no clue. Alas, I wrote a paragraph, satisfied with it I moved further. The place was quite except when speedy vehicles passed me it flew my books pages and that irritated me the most. I was engrossed in it. I stopped for a while to select proper words to add on. Then I realized a middle aged man was sitting beside me. He looked at my piece and smiled at me. That smile, I could not interpret. I dint know whether he liked it or was he smiling at my work. I was totally uncomfortable. I closed the book and sat there looking at a small boy plucking flowers from the trees.

"What you wrote is good enough" the man said. The words rang in my ears. I looked at him. He continued, "You need to elaborate on the 3rd paragraph." I was literally searching for words to speak up but I sat there perplexed. "What is your inspiration? Your motivation? Your relatives?" the man asked me. I shook my head. "No". I felt it was inappropriate to tell him I got this plan this morning. He said, "Relatives play an important role. They stick to us at any cost. Even if you make mistakes it wont hurt you as they are yours. I tell you, I am a retired sports man mostly I was in volley ball game. I had my mother for me. Initially, I lost the game or could not make myself worth for the team. But she stood with me. I lost a match and it made me feel bad basically it was because of me the last hope was spilled in the water. I cried hard. She was still there though most of my best buddies abused me for it. She encouraged me and in next round we won and those who ill treated me where the one who cheered me."

The man was talking continuously but my ears and mind where filled with the words, 'encouraged', 'inspiration', 'motivation', 'mistakes'. He stood up and went for his round. I was thinking all the same. I hadn't expressed the idea of writing to anyone nor was I intending to do it. If you ask me why? May be I was shy for if my work turned a mess it will be a defeat for me. However, I have read, heard, 'try and try till you succeed.' It is not quite easy to implement it. I would have said about it to anyone but I feared what if they say, 'Don't you have any other work?' or may be just laugh on my face and leave me even more discouraged and stamped to ground all the more. I fear it.

These words kept me occupied and I had no mood to write further. I looked for the man to say 'thank you' but I dint see him anywhere and I headed home.

The next day, I hoped he would come to read my later part. I knew he tried his luck to encourage me. For I knew yesterday, what I had written was partially not in sequence. Even though I never saw him his words had given me hope and belief in myself. I started writing. 'Inspiration' is needed for every work however big or small you do. 'Encouragement' is most essential element without anyone around you to nod on with the work you carry out its equal to a complete junk. One need support, you reach nowhere if you have great ideas build in you but to bring it out completely you need another person to cheer your work.

I lagged both but this passerby through one meet for hardly 5 minutes planted the whole tree of hope, courage, and belief in me. I write now a lot. Maybe one day I would be known and he would be giving the same smile on this write up too.





3

| Email this story Email this Short story | Add to reading list



Reviews

About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.