Happy Monday, readers. It is two months already that dad left me alone in the abyss of this world. It seems like years and at the same time no time at all. Funny how it feels!
I am trying to drag myself up the lowest rungs of life right now. Writing is the rope I’m clinging on to. It doesn’t help me do away with the pain, but acts as the anti-depressant that numbs the mind for a while, intermittently. And trust me, it feels a hell of a lot better. At least, the suicidal thoughts are away.
Moving on!
I always asked myself – What makes you a better writer? I even noted my raging thoughts by writing this post. But I never found an answer. I never got any. Only gradually, it revealed itself to me. I had to learn it.
All good writing comes from relentless reading – so I have always believed. You may or may not agree but I’ve always experienced that the more I read, the more my perspectives of people, places, and circumstances, fall into place, and the mind opens up to greater possibilities.
I feel therefore, that for a writer, there truly is no good fodder for thought than reading. That and only that is the true magic that works when one is lost in the tides of life. I could shout that from the top of a mountain, but I prefer sharing this quote instead.
What do you think? Is there any teacher better than reading? What other ways that make you a better writer? Let the thoughts flow. Share them below.
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Happy writing till we meet next.
Until then, carpe diem! 🙂
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© Asha Seth
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Asha Seth 
I couldn’t agree more.
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I always forget to ask for your name. 😦
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Stephanie (: But you can call me Steph
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Great! 🙂
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I lost my Dad also. It affected me also. I will share a poem, just tell me His name my sister and for you, I will pen you one! Love hugs and blessings always!
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I’m sorry for your loss and I hope you’re through it. Although, I can’t see how anyone can ever! My father’s name is ThakurPrasad Seth. I shall look forward to the poem. It means a lot to be remembered. You are as kind as one can be.
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I have always wondered if using different types of fanciful words ( which general people don’t know ) make your article a advanced one. Does it really ?
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Doesn’t help me much if I have to run to the dictionary for meanings. Mars my experience. But for all I know, it’s just me.
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To me, reading is the ultimate form of learning, short term the internet has its uses but you always return to the written word!
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A writer always, always returns to the written word. Don’t know what I’d be doing if reading wasn’t the perfect inspiration in times of lack of motivation.
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Hugs Asha. I am sure Dad is looking at you from the sky, keep writing and be an amazing always.
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How have you been, Vishal? I am greatly sorry I couldn’t be round and talk to you when you were going through the medical things. I hope you’re much better now and back on your feet.
I miss papa with a killing ache in my heart. Every breath feels a burden. What am I to do?
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Thanks and not an issue at all. Surgery went well and happy recovery, need to remove stitches and what with this plaster on my back and scratchy sensation…hehe feels like a soldier in war zone. Haha! Take your time to grieve and know how it feels. Go with the flow and don’t kill the memory for you do, this moment your Papa is dead for real. A priceless advice given by a friend decade back when Pop passed away!
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Quite a blow for an advice but all for good. Thanks, Vishal. You’re healing and in time, I shall too. Or so I hope.
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