By Subrata Mukherjee
In love with Golapi, Subratagolapi.
Sometimes it comes to my mind that I want to create something interesting and in this urge to create something new everytime I sit to to do that my ideas get disoriented and scattered from the core of my thought.
Though, it doesn’t not happen today only rather, it has become an order of the day in my life and I have been in shape to cope with this challenge of balancing the art of writing with my thought and losing the rhythm of thought in the very next moment. I enjoyed this swing in my mind from a long past and today I am an accomplished sailor of words in the oceans of writing.
Whenever I arrange to write a good article things and facts before and beyond my eyes get accumulated in a huge way but I as I have confessed many a time in my books that a flow of new thoughts come streaming in my mind and my old thoughts remained unused as usual.
I often talk to myself why such things happen to me! Is it my fault to amend it at the earliest or is it a great blessing to allow it to happen repeatedly in my life?There comes the strings of confusions and these clouds of confusions are so thick and large that I hardly get any chance to get through to a good stand.
When I started my career as a writer a couple of years ago I had no idea what to write and how to organise my thoughts even! The wonderful thing was that then I had no confusion and I could write freely in the joy of my heart.
When my articles, books were published and a large number of people started reading my work slowly the confusion started taking shape and thereafter this smoke of confusion is with me all the time whenever I prepare myself for writing a new story!
Writing to my opinion is not an art only but a wonderful discovery in the greatest sense. When I write and find my interest in writing I find a great explorer in myself and I feel happy in all forms. Writing is an invention and a writer is the pioneer of that force of invention where everything is creative!