Simran Sardana

Abstract Inspirational

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Simran Sardana

Abstract Inspirational

Appreciation

Appreciation

4 mins
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Just when I decided to start writing, these people started their construction work and the kids in my colony, well let’s just say that they clearly do not want me to be seen as a renowned Author.

Yes, I know this isn’t the kind of introduction you needed for a character like mine, so let me introduce myself formally.

Hi Dear Reader, I am Rooh Kapoor.

A girl from a small town in Haryana who is living in the capital city these days to try her luck in the field of writing.

Let me tell you something about my book, only if you are willing to listen, shall I start?

Okay, I’ll just start talking.

I usually read fiction; love stories, comedy, horror, family drama kind of things but I am trying out my luck in writing non-fiction these days, and now that I say it out loud, I am already not so confident about writing it.

But we will leave it upon the readers to decide if they will like it or not, my work is to sit down and start writing because this construction work is definitely not going to stop, not until I give up and I ain’t giving up girl.

Oh! By the way, do you remember the year 2020?

The pandemic, lockdown, life with masks, people dying because of lack of oxygen and medicines and most of them surviving, online classes, trying out our hands-on being a chef, working from home, etc., yes that is exactly the year I am talking about.

Well, 2020 for me was all of these things and it included something else as well.

I focused on something I love.

I finally found my calling.

I found the purpose of my life.

I took a gap year from my studies and work, I know not a really good decision to take but, life makes things happen which are bound to happen, even if we do not like it much, right?

Devoted all my time to reading, even wrote about all those books in my journal. All I could think about in 2020 was how much I love reading and writing, how much I want both of these things to be an integral part of my life, how much I feel content while reading and while writing even.

Even now, while talking to you, my reader, I am at peace through these pages.

Isn’t it what our life’s purpose is? To do things that make us happy and at peace with our surroundings?

When I talked to my mother about it, you know what she said? She said, “Do what will make you happy because all you have is yourself, not the society, not your siblings or relatives, not even us, it is just you.

Yes, we gave birth to you but you are an individual and you need to look after yourself, make yourself a priority.

So, if you think writing is your calling, I say your life’s purpose, go after it.

After all, in the end, your happiness is what matters the most to us.”

That was the moment I realized that mothers truly are a part of God, his true creation, someone he made with all the love and compassion he had, and my Ma was created to make everyone’s life better around her.

Usually, the children do things to make their parents proud, but that day I was able to say, “I love you Ma and I truly am proud of you.”


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With this thought, let’s do an exercise for a while before moving forward.

#Write a letter to your most favorite person in the world.

Not just a plain basic letter, write your heart out, pour all your feelings, and no, there is no hurry, take your own sweet time but doing it, trust me, will make you happier and it will surely make that person’s day happier because that is what I am going to do right now.

I am writing a letter to my mother to let her know how much I appreciate her.

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Now that I have started talking to you, I really have this urge to keep talking and be an open book but, let us wait for some other day, I am going to share all these stories and snippets from my life to make it a part of yours. Till then take care and this construction work has stopped for a while so, I will get back to writing my non-fiction.


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