My First Writing Experience
My First Writing Experience
I was ensconced under the canopy of a huge umbrella on the sands of a beach. The
hyperactive waves were furious with their rhythmic ebb and flow. The expanse of the sea
reflected luminous tinges of the sky above. A mellow music of breeze swayed across kissing my
tresses. The whole imagery of mother nature exuded beguiling charm. It was a fabulous
experience to connect with her.
My backpack was my most sought after crazy companion, it was ever magnetic and precious to
me. It comprised of a water bottle, butter biscuits, a letter pad, a blue colour ball point pen and a
black one.
There were many foreign tourists surfing the sea followed by a sun bath. The regular beach
strollers were engrossed in their walk. The presence of hawkers dotted the sands.
I was told that such an amicable ambience stimulated the writers to open up their heart and put
their pen to paper. As a matter of fact, I happened to wield my pen with the letter pad on my
lap. This was my first foray into writing.
My mind was completely blank initially. But ideas came tumbling, watching the resplendence of
nature. It was like as if I had been seated on the lap of luxury to soak myself in its tranquil.
The ink that dribbled thus -
"I gazed deep into the oceanic waters
Where the waves crashed vigorously.
Along the paths of sand
Loitered strollers watchfully.
The ruffled winds rendered
Lilting melodies into my ears.
The aroma of piping hot grubs
Enticed us for greedy grabs.
I allowed the spirited ink
To verse soulfully.
And painted the canvas of my letter pad
With vibrant hues of words.
It dripped honeyed verses
Sweet enough for readers to savour.
The warmth of ubiquitous blue
Kindred a sense of mirth.
And thus was born my poem
A first and a new one at that
I read it aloud for my class
And received a huge applause".!!!!
When I presented the above poem to my class teacher, my mind was lurking in anxiety as to
what her reaction would be. But much to my astonishment, the teacher and the whole class
acknowledged the poem to be a good first attempt and motivated me to keep writing.
Since then, there was no looking back and I utilized my leisure to embark on the journey of
stringing words!
I preserved my first writing as a priceless treasure.