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Protagonist in the Making

They say that when you dream of something, there are 3Vs which may make you closer to your dream – Visualize, Verbalize and Vitalize. Visualization is important for the bigger picture, while by Verbalizing, you close the ways to go backward. Both of these make you bound to Vitalize or enliven your dream.

This piece of writing is all about the second ‘V’ – Verbalize. While I had a long-cherished dream of penning down a fiction one day, by verbalizing it today, I want to close all doors behind me so that I cannot escape in anyway. I want you all to point your fingers towards me, if I cannot make within the dreamt timeline. I also want you all, as good friends of mine, to chase me, to question me on the progress, to push me towards the wall so that I complete the fiction in time and go for publishing it.

My bouts of writing spells are very irregular and I suffer from ‘Irritable Creative Syndrome’ (ICS), where, I tend to fall prey of creative constipation repeatedly and tend to gain back the normal motion, quite unexpectedly. But during the last few days, I realized that this is not on. I realized that even if the creativity is lost, deep somewhere, I need to constantly hard push to bring it out. Else, my dream fiction will remain as a dream forever and I will not see the birth of it. So, I want to push myself beyond my perceived limit by simply confiding on you that my first fictional novel is in the making and may soon hit the stands!

“Who Knows Why”, is going to be a story of a current day common man who occasionally finds him deviated from the normal pathway of life because of his encounters with different souls, the souls which are very near and dear to him. And in the process, he emanates immaculate chemistry around him. Eventually, he becomes a bonding agent of human relations.

This bonding agent, the protagonist of my tale, is taking shape in his creator’s womb. He is not a full grown being as of now. Layer by layer, the creativity is giving him shape. At the same time, the associated characters are also getting their bone and flesh. Once done, all of them should emerge as complete human beings with varied colours of life. A mother and her surrounding have to wait for nine month and ten days to see the birth of a baby; you readers, have also to wait a little bit till the time the characters are born here.

During this process of forming these beautiful human beings, I will need your constant hammering so that my ICS doesn’t come back and I can present “Who Knows Why” bound within beautiful covers to you in not more than nine months’ time.

Till then, wish me luck, please.





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  1. UnknownMay 31, 2017 at 2:50 AM

    You can, you should, you will.

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  2. HarimohanMay 31, 2017 at 4:18 AM

    Superb. You know the process. Now all you have to do is write it - word, by word - meticulously, diligently and with love, to craft your creation the way you want it. Good luck Shuddha, on your exciting endeavour.

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    1. ShuddhasattwaMay 31, 2017 at 5:27 AM

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    2. ShuddhasattwaMay 31, 2017 at 5:28 AM

      Your wishes are my inspiration. And when a great writer inspires a budding writer, there is no more needed to sail through.

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  3. UnknownMay 31, 2017 at 8:48 AM

    Great insight and I believe right depiction of oneself.. You always being inspiration for me..

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  4. MoushumiMay 31, 2017 at 5:26 PM

    Well begun is half done! All the best!!

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