ink’s humble beginnings
Ms. Gopal taught us a new way to write an essay, that would bring us to a different calibre. I can think of it till today. I wrote about the time I got izyan perlini’s and events following that. The day I learnt the difference between buoyancy and flamboyant. The day I started penning my thoughts.
The two ladies mentioned above are the reason why I write. They were the progenitors who stirred my feelings and made me contemplate and unleash a soul within me that I never found myself.
Izyan was a beauty on a league on her own. There was something about her eyes that made me hold her closer to my heart. Those eyes yearned for the love all the time and I never got tired giving her in abundance. She gave me the happiest moments in life,how can I not write about her?
I wrote about how we met, the way she talked, behaved and touched.I questioned the definition of euphoria around her. The only woman in my life i have ever been with and who made me feel that way till today.I didn’t stop there I wrote about those moments that should not be forgotten including the ones when we separated.
In total I had 52 poems and songs about her which were all lost during a hard disk crash in a fraction of a second just like me and her. We don’t live in fairytales to always end with a happy ending, do we? My days of writing came to a halt.
Ms. Gopal was my english teacher and my mentor and above all one of those hidden angels God sent us. My age is equivalent to her experience in teaching and here is a woman who treated my entire class to a swensens dinner for doing well in English and of course we gave her something unforgettable in return too.
She brought me into public speaking and put in a lot of faith in me and always stood by me even After graduation. She opened my eyes toward poverty, humbleness and most importantly the doors to good language. I do uphold that in great value and hope to continue in that manner.
After a short stint with the school debate team, I began to write. I started with everyday events. I clearly had lost the flair in it and wasn’t doing it at my best. My social awareness entries were a failure but I chose not to give up and now am slowly finding the ryhtm and hopefully would get back to the way I used to or by gods grace even better. Definitely a few friends whom I entrust the job of giving me constructive criticism have been of good help and I don’t think my ink is gonna run out any soon. It’s just another beginning.
