A.Ranjani Devi

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A.Ranjani Devi

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THE WRITER'S HOUSE

THE WRITER'S HOUSE

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what a terrible kid she is! She is such an introvert. Her name is Alice. she will never hang out with her friends. She would be always sitting on the second bench and she likes to be alone. She doesn't talk too much. However, she has a friend known as Lisa. And guess what? That is me. I am Lisa. I am her only friend of her. she talks to and cares about me. I came to know that Alice was not at all a lonely person but a happy person. Her world is different from the rest of us. And it is calm and nourishing. I wake up at 7 am and she wakes up at 5 am. she reads books for a long time. I fight with my sibling for a long time. she gets freshened up and ready to write. I gather all the stuff necessary for playing and head off to the ground for playing. 

Alice enjoys the moonlight out there while we play hide and seek in the pitch dark. Her perception of the world and mine look a lot more different. But, Alice and I experience the same level of happiness. But in different situations. At a parent's teacher's meeting, Alice's mom talks to me like I was one of her children. I love her sweet tone and caring heart. she tells me that her writing habit of Alice had come from her sister. (Alice's mother's sister). The activities of Alice often resemble her aunt. I am a single kid in my family. But Alice does have an elder brother but he is in a hostel far away from Alice's home. Alice loves her brother so much that she wants him to stay with her forever. But, the reality sucks. he has to complete his graduation from the hostel in his college. 

once, Alice participated in the state-level poem writing competition held in her school. she got selected from the school level and got ahead to participate in the state-level competition. she won the first prize defeating hundreds of students participating in it. Alice almost jumped when she heard the news. it was the first recognition she ever got for her writing work in school. The principal ma'am specially congratulated Alice and said "MILES TO GO". It meant a lot to her. 

One Sunday- 

     It was a fine sunny Sunday. we were all playing cricket on the roadside. Alice had a notebook and a pen. she sat under a banyan tree and started writing. I haven't noticed that Alice was not playing. Because, I was too busy looking at the ball, and focus batting. When we had a break after one and half an hour, I finally noticed her. I ran near to her she didn't take her eyes off the words. I said "come on Alice, it's a Sunday and we are on a holiday. Please come and give it a try". she very kindly refused my offer. I returned. my mouth shut. But my inner voice chatted with me. It's okay. No one can change her. She will remain as she is. You better catch your bat. I did what I was said to - resumed my playing. 

after many years- 

      Years passed away. there was a call from Alice on my phone. I spoke to her. 

Hello - I said

Hi - she said. 

It's been years right? 

Yeah, how are you? 

Fine. everything perfect. 

Can you guess what am I doing? 

mmm... a writer? 

Precisely she said. 

The thing is I also got an RJ job at the radio station near me. and I love this job. 

Wow! congrats - I said. 

So, I am throwing a surprise party tomorrow at 6 pm. 

You have changed a lot. - I said. 

Why? what's wrong? 

The little girl with a notebook and pencil who does not talk with anyone had grown up this much. and this thing never changed - you haven't invited or requested me but you have ordered me to visit your home. 

She laughed. 

Anyway, one of... no, no my only best friend is coming to visit our house after many years. I am so excited! to visit a writer's house - I said. 

That's so sweet of you - she said. 

we hung up. 

At the writer's house:- 

I got ready and reached her house in half an hour. I pressed the calling bell. Alice opened the door. she was so much changed and beautiful. we smiled gratefully and hugged each other. 

It's so nice to meet you face-to-face after a very long gap. isn't it? - she said. 

Absolutely - I said.


I observed her house I can sense a positive vibe in her house. Everything was neatly arranged. Right, after you step in the entrance welcomed me. There were sofas, a teddy bear, television. in the right corner of that, it contained a buddha's idol, a tiny light was kept along with it. In the center of the hall, on the shelves, the awards she got as long by now were placed beautifully. her childhood photos were hung on the walls. on the left corner, the panda was beautifully drawn and painted by Alice. If you move ahead, that was another big room. now, this room has all the memories of her writing since childhood. This is where she writes everything. The door has the following sentence written on it. 

"A WRITER IS WORKING WHEN HE'S STARING OUT OF THE WINDOW". 

The room looked aesthetic. There was Ruskin bond's photo hung on the wall. He is Alice's favorite writer. There was a huge rack for books. There were thousands of books arranged properly. It has several sections. The rack was so high that it touched the roof. A table was at the edge of the window there were tiny plants around it. near the table, it has a table lamp. On the table, there lay a notebook and a pen, and a laptop. In front of the table, there was a big frame. It was alive holding her first published book. there were some torn papers which has been crushed into the shape of a ball. it lay on the floor. But, there was a dustbin too. It represented how hard she tried for writing. There was a pink bed in one corner.

Right after the bed, there was another rack that had the headline - "SECRET SLICES ".I looked closely into it. On the very first shelf, there was a picture of Alice and her brother. I remember it. Once Alice has shown to me. It was a childhood photo. it had the name "DEAR BROTHER". The shelf contained all the presents she ever received from her brother. On the left-hand side, there were many letters that Alice wrote but not sent. She conveyed all her emotions to him. on the second shelf, there was a boy and slice holding hands. I have never seen this before. it had the name- "FIRST CRUSH". the shelf contained a bunch of flowers, letters, a calligraphy pen, and some more. On the left-hand side, the letters contained about their early breakup, Alice's, love for that boy, her plans with him, and how it was destroyed. On the third shelf, it contained a picture of me and Alice. it had a headline -"SOUL MATE". There were many things I gave to her. on the left-hand side were my negatives and on the right-hand side were my positives. 

I looked at her. She has these many feelings in her heart but, never expressed them to anyone. How can she be still smiling holding all these pains? Alice in front of me smiled. she said, " you know what? I was brought to this world by my parents, but writing is what makes me move on. I expressed everything in this notebook openly. I have never hidden anything. this diary can't say that I have never shared anything with it. I trust writing more than humans. this is the place where my infinite happiness lies. " 

"WE ARE WRITERS, MY LOVE

WE DON'T CRY 

WE BLEED ON PAPER. 

Honestly, The writer's house taught me more than any place I have visited!


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