Writing has been my favourite past time since childhood. I used to scribble sentences onto papers whenever I could find any. As I grew up I picked up the habit of writing diaries. I treated my diaries as friends. A very close friend who would always be there to listen to the thoughts of my day. A friend who was wiling to share my feelings all the time and would never betray me. But I stopped writing diaries when I was thirteen.
My parents have very high expectations from us. Just can't help it when your parents are highly educated professions! Since young they groom us to become good children and overall bright achievers. Until now I'm grateful to my parents for their upbringing but I do wish at times they could let me have some personal space to breathe, to do whatever I want and to be carefree.
Everyone had crushes and dreams when they were young. I was the same too when I was young. My diaries were filled with my tender dreams and hopes and nobody knew about them. It was a safe place for me to share and to dream. Unfortunately I discovered accidentally that my mother was actually reading my diaries all these years! She knew all along what was happening to her daughter yet she did not say a word. I guessed that as long as I was able to maintain my reputation as a bright scholar she would be pleased. Since then I stopped writing diaries. I felt betrayed. She was tresspassing. Writing diaries was my private world. A prohibited land. Yet I did not tell her how I felt. I still respect her and love her as she is. It was just a small sacrifice I had to make i.e. gave up writing diaries.
I still enjoyed writing when I was at school. My essays were always welcomed by the school magazine editorial board. I was nominated for interschool essay competition a few times but I had declined the offer. Writing is an inspiration from the heart. An essay written during a competition has no sincerity and feelings that a writer wanted to convey. Furthermore I hated competitions. It is stressful enough to be born in this competitive world. Why forced yourselve to face more competitions?
At times I wonder whether should I pursue a career in writing? Then I realised that writing is a dream. A dream that is too lovely to destroy in reality. A career in writing will be a pain and a risk. Furthermore I really enjoy my job at the moment so I have decided to let writing to continue to be my dream.
It has been a while since I have picked a pen to write. It was more than 5 years before I started writing "Beyond My Heart". Busy and no time were the lame excuses. Well, I think I need to thank 2 persons deeply - my best friend, Caroline and him. Without them I would never find the courage and inspiration to write the story. Caroline has read my story and just like the other readers, has enjoyed my writing. I'm very touched indeed. For the readers out there, your kindness and gentle word or two have deeply touched my heart and soul. Thank you very much!
As for him, he would never read the story. In fact I would never let him find out about the story and my feelings. Yet I still want to thank him. Without knowing him, I would have never had this inspiration t write a beautiful story.
Another beautiful story by "Runaway Soul" that I will modify for our favourite TVD couple - Damon and Elena.
Thank you for all the support and kind words.