When I finished writing The Sculptor’s Statue about a year and a half ago, i could not have guessed the impact it would have on me. The circumstances that led me to write that short story are still very much private, but I truly consider that my finest and most honest writing experience.
A few of my friends have read that story but no one actually came close to understanding the undercurrent of the story. Maybe it was that thought that dried up the ink in my pen… or maybe it was the absolute satisfaction of finishing my goal… I still ponder over that drought that came after the storm.
Last week it was a similar inspiration that drove me to pen down The Old Man And The Mountain. The title is clearly inspired by the Ernest Hemingway book I read recently “The Old Man And The Sea“… I guess the philosophical lessons are deep down similar too but for me the most important thing was that it gave me that ‘want’ to write again…
My style of writing has drastically changed over the 6 years I have been writing short stories. The themes and inspirations have morphed according to my beliefs and priorities. I sometimes read one of my earlier stories and smile at the realization that I am incapable of such writing anymore.
There was a part of me that regretted the thought that the fire that fueled my writing had died out, but now I see a small spark and there is cause for celebration :)