May 09, 2023

The above quote is so true - this year all my writing are tinged with grief and regret - I have not shared my writing life with my family and friends (not exactly only two of my friends know that I write on this platform). My brother always believed I could write and though I did tell him that I am active on a writing platform, I never shared any details. 

We always thought there was time enough, we should have had more, a lot more years together. And that there would be a moment when I would share it with him. But then time and tide wait for none, and now it is too late. I can never tell him.

I had not planned to do NaPoWriMo this month, I had not done it last year. In fact since late 2021 I had even visited Wattpad much, let alone writing. It has been a difficult period and writing seemed so much of an effort.

But this year, I started, hoping that it would be a change - and it was. I realised, despite my grief and loss, writing gave me solace. The act of penning the few lines to make poetry gave me a respite, a peace, however temporary. 

It was also a change from how I write - I spend an agonising amount of time, selecting covers, banners, end banners quotes etc. This year, I simply jumped into writing and this page, which is the first page and should be written first, is being done late. But I somehow, do not seem to care...much.

This book is for my baby brother, taken from us too soon. Who must have found rest and freedom from pain but has left us in tears and sorrow. 

CREDITS:

The cover image is from the Web, if any reader lets me know the owner of the same, I shall update the credits. 

Divider are free images from Vector.

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