I am perpetually refining my writing each day capturing details of mundane life as my day goes by; using apt words & describing it. Jotting down ideas, quotes and sentences that move me. Words that put a spell on me. An accidental habit I stumbled upon once upon a time. Going back to the older books, each page is written in a different mood; handwriting justifying it. I find remnants of the former self, memories, days that have gone by and patterns that stay the same — the fall of day and night, the ebb & flow of life. The clarity in thoughts, of being myself. I can relate to the era gone by, the notes — the personal essays, the ache in the pages, happiness gleaming through words and feel grateful filling these journals, recording my memoir.
WordsBake is my personal website, an anthology of my creative writing, which appears in various guises out around the world... ~ Shweta Shenoy
Hand Written Journal - Mini Essays Series (3)
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As regular readers of this website you will already know, the one thing that has kept me going through life & also through pandemic has been reading & writing.
I am perpetually refining my writing each day capturing details of mundane life as my day goes by; using apt words & describing it. Jotting down ideas, quotes and sentences that move me. Words that put a spell on me. An accidental habit I stumbled upon once upon a time. Going back to the older books, each page is written in a different mood; handwriting justifying it. I find remnants of the former self, memories, days that have gone by and patterns that stay the same — the fall of day and night, the ebb & flow of life. The clarity in thoughts, of being myself. I can relate to the era gone by, the notes — the personal essays, the ache in the pages, happiness gleaming through words and feel grateful filling these journals, recording my memoir.
I am perpetually refining my writing each day capturing details of mundane life as my day goes by; using apt words & describing it. Jotting down ideas, quotes and sentences that move me. Words that put a spell on me. An accidental habit I stumbled upon once upon a time. Going back to the older books, each page is written in a different mood; handwriting justifying it. I find remnants of the former self, memories, days that have gone by and patterns that stay the same — the fall of day and night, the ebb & flow of life. The clarity in thoughts, of being myself. I can relate to the era gone by, the notes — the personal essays, the ache in the pages, happiness gleaming through words and feel grateful filling these journals, recording my memoir.
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My name is Shweta, I am endlessly fascinated with words that can create magic. Through writing, through reading is how I experience life.
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So.....I got published as a writer in Spillwords
Photo by Marcos Paulo Prado on Unsplash It’s published. My writing has been published. I have only published in Medium publica...
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Photo by Marcos Paulo Prado on Unsplash It’s published. My writing has been published. I have only published in Medium publica...
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ReplyDeleteHi this is a very sincere post. What inspired you to write this. Did you read your old journals, or was it a passing thought?
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