आज बहुत शोर हैं बाहर,
मोहोल्ला हुआ हैं खूब रोशन |
इस रौश्नी और धुए मे,
न जाने तारे कहाँ गुम हो गये |
अजी चाँद तारों की बातें फ़िज़ूल,
हमे खुदसे गुम हुए सदिया बीत गयी |
फिलहाल एक कहानी ही सुनलो
शायद गुम हुए तारे वापस लौट आए |
My novella, The Last Nomad, released on 25th September, is an invitation to meet your true story.
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Stories born are of two kinds:
The nice and happy ones - which we all dream of living one day, those ending with achieving love, success and happiness.
While the later ones shake us out of our dreams, fantasies and place us in the middle of here and now – the true ones. They show us the way back to our core. The Last Nomad will lead you into the world of your true story. Have you ever met such a story - be it in books or movies?
We never know which incident might trigger a story, poetry or any creative work.
Here's how the story for The Last Nomad began...
"The story started taking root 9 years ago in the form of a short story, which was published on Pothi.com. The trigger for another story was born a year and half ago on the streets of Mumbai’s blazing summer. It was published on www.insightstories.in as a series- The Story of Ryan. Coincidentally, there seemed a common thread between these two stories which became The Last Nomad."
Does this remind you one of how one of your stories/poems/blog posts was written? What triggers and drives your work? Share with me in a comment below or write to me at email@example.com
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What is it that keeps your pen to the papers, day after day, and your tired fingers glued to those keys and eyes staring at the cursor as your repeatedly press the [Backspace] button, trying to make the first draft better?
I would like to share with you three such things which inspire me to write.
[Picture Courtesy: My Aaji (granny) and Rishann - neighbour's grandson]
Every time I see this picture, I remember what my friend Raj once said after seeing it, "Here are two lives: one which has seen what is life is all about and the second which is totally a blank slate, unaware."
Seeing such moments of joy leaves me want to describe everything about them.
[Picture taken at Malvan, District: Sindhudurg, Maharashtra]
Truth is bitter but important. Imagine talking ideal and good things, about how life is awesome - and suddenly your car halts to ask direction and there is this man toiling hard in his field at noon with the buffaloes grazing in the background.