WHY DO I WRITE?

To be honest this question never crossed my mind, ever. Until the

other day someone asked me casually, ‘Why do you write Swarupa?’

I looked at the person incredulously. As if he had asked a very
ridiculous question. Like asking why does the sun rise? or why is the
night followed by the day … something along those lines. It was a
perfectly normal and authentic question. It was also asked in the most
natural manner, not hinting towards sarcasm or ridicule.

It forced me to ask this question to myself. Why did I write? Really?

I recollect writing in my school and college magazines, articles for
functions and events etc. it came naturally to me. I love reading,
painting, singing, travelling and a lot many other things. And I can
only say that apart from reading and travelling I have not pursued any
other passions at all. Writing I suppose does not fall in this
category. It is something of a higher level of calling, which cannot
be expressed in words.

I am reserved and a loner. The words are my constant companions. I
emote and express through words. I live many lives through the
characters I create. I am a keen observer of human behavior,
incidents, characteristics. I pick up the stories which are said
through the eyes, silently. I read the stories that are carved in the
mansions and monuments of the history. The lanes that echo with
laughter, the rivers which flow with the tears of broken hearts… I
pick those stories. I imagine and weave stories around these clues
that are thrown my way. I become those stories and then the stories
become me. That is when people relate to the character and find some
resemblance in them with me.

Who is the first person you speak to when you wake up in the morning?
And who is the person with whom you are constantly conversing, every
single moment during the day? You, yourself. Correct?

Writing for me is like that, self-expression.

I write to express, I write to emote. I write to connect. I write to
create my world. And then I release that world to the universe. Free
for the seeker to share it. To be a part of it. To live it.



© Swarupa Chavan

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