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Musings: Writers are born, not made

There’s a question that refuses to leave my mind, hours after it was asked. “What is your problem, Aniesha? Why are you always complaining?” And after much deliberation I have come to the inevitable conclusion: It’s not me, it’s YOU. 
We are underpaid and overworked. We are asked to leave behind our true passion for we are paid a certain fee for our “writing services”. Our ideas are trashed for the reason we are from a different background. But let me tell you, Sir, my background is far superior to yours. 
Truth is, creative people are creative. Sometimes we need someone to believe in us. Or much like the fairies in Neverland, we tend to die as well. But what would you know about that? Obsessed was you are with winning awards, you don’t see what is right for your team at all. 
For over a year, I’ve had to listen to this feedback - “I won’t give you a pitch because you’re not there yet.” And after a year when I finally get a retainer account, the client loves it. They believe the ideas ar…

Musings: Therapy in the time of Mental Health

I was twenty-one years old when I was first introduced to therapy. I always knew about it, and I have even asked my mother to take me to counselling. Counselors had been an expensive lot and since growing up, we were a zero income family, we never could pursue it. 
Nevertheless, at twenty-one, I had to go see a child psychologist. It was then that we found out that I had been born with depression. It had gone un-diagnosed for twenty-one years. There were too many reasons as to why I had depression: I worried too much, I didn't see the light at the end of the tunnel, my mother's mental health wasn't doing so well when she had me. I had, doubtlessly, inherited her mental state when I was born. 
The child psychologist helped me feel comfortable in my own skin. Even though I was dating someone back then, who claimed to love me, I thought of myself as someone truly unlovable. In my head, I had painted pictures of myself with the ugliest versions of myself. No matter what anyone w…

Author Interview: Eric Lindstrom

Hello Eric, thank you so much for taking the time out to talk to me. 😃
First things first: how did you take up writing?
Some of my earliest memories are of writing stories for fun, so I don’t really recall how it started.
What was your very first attempt at creative writing?
I wrote a one-page story when I was six years old, about an orange in a grocery store, wanting to be bought; and it was, by a harried mother with lots of unruly kids. It didn’t end well for the orange.
Where did you get the ideas for your stories?
Everything I’ve written has been triggered by something different, so I can’t really say where my ideas come from generally. I think about writing probably 80% of my waking time, and when you think about something that much, you churn through a lot of ideas and can write down the ones you like most.
For Not If I See You First, I wanted to write about having trouble connecting with new people and getting close to them. I tried to think of a way to make that particularly difficu…

Musings: How I Look At Friendships

High School Musical was one weird movie but there was this particular scene I really liked. Gabriella tells Troy things were easier when they were younger. You would sit next to each other, share a box of crayons during class, and suddenly you were the best of friends! They were in High School and they found it difficult to just be friends with each other.
My one year away from home taught me that as we grow up, we tend to put the least effort in our friendships. But if you have had the friends that I am constantly surrounded by, you would understand why to me friendships are important. It doesn’t matter if you came into my life twelve years ago or two weeks ago. If we are friends, I would treat you the way you deserve to be treated.
My friends taught me that it is okay to go the extra distance for each other. That it is perfectly okay to fall apart every once in a while. That while we enjoy each other’s company sitting at a rooftop bar, we would show up for each other at 6:00am just …

Book Review: What If It's Us

Book Blurb: From NYT bestselling authors Becky Albertalli (Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda) and Adam Silvera (They Both Die At The End) comes a long-awaited collaboration about two very different boys who can't decide if the universe is pushing them together or pulling them apart. Meet Arthur and Ben. Arthur is only in New York for the summer, but if Broadway has taught him anything, it’s that the universe can deliver a show stopping romance when you least expect it. Ben thinks the universe needs to mind its business. If the universe had his back, he wouldn’t be carrying a box of his ex-boyfriend’s things. But when the boys have a chance meeting at the post office, they leave wondering what exactly the universe does have in store for them. What if - in a city of eight million people - they can't find each other again. What if they do . and then can’t nail a first date even after three do overs. What if Arthur tries too hard to make it work and Ben doesn’t try hard enough. Wh…

Book Review: This Lie Will Kill You

Book Blurb:
Tell the truth. Or face the consequences. Pretty Little Liars meets Riverdale in this page-turning thriller. One year ago, there was a party. At the party, someone died. Five teens all played a part and up until now, no one has told the truth. But tonight, the five survivors arrive at an isolated mansion in the hills, expecting to compete in a contest with a $50,000 grand prize. Of course...some things are too good to be true. They were each so desperate for the prize, they didn't question the odd, rather exclusive invitation until it was too late. Instead, they realize they've been lured together by a person bent on revenge who wants to finally unravel the truth about what actually happened that deadly night, one year ago. Five arrived, but not all can leave. Will the truth set them free? Or will their lies destroy them all?
About the Author:
Chelsea Pitcher is the author of The S-Word and This Lie Will Kill You. She lives in Portland, Oregon, and loves twisty myst…

Musings: What I Learned Watching CASUAL

I have a habit of discovering shows after they’ve run their course or after they’ve been cancelled. Amazon Prime and Netflix has too many of these cancelled shows on their streaming services. One of the miserable nights when I wanted to watch something but nothing too intense, and certainly not something that would take up an hour per episode, I stumbled across Casual.
It’s a half hour dramedy show. (Is that even a word? Drama and comedy?) Anyway, the show is about a newly divorced mom, Valerie, and her teenaged daughter, Laura, who move in with Valerie’s brother, Alex. The show is called Casual because none of them seem to be looking for serious, long term relationships. All of them are exploring the dating world. Even when they have what is real within their grasp all three of them enter it with one foot out of the door.
Which of course is a terrible way of looking at things but that is how the world works. We no longer live in a world where relationships can be defined. We are part…

Musings: Constants

I might be known as the person who constantly thinks about people about leaving. As the person who believes everything in life being temporary – after all, aren’t we all waiting for the next best thing? In a world where the only constant is change, how do you find your people? How do you find your tribe? How do you find the people who vibe well with you? Who not only put up with but celebrate your crazy? Figure out ways to keep your crazy in control? How do you find your true soul mates in this world of 7.5 billion people?
Honestly, there is no easy answer for this. The one easy thing about this rather complicated question is that soul mate does not necessarily have to be your boyfriend/girlfriend, husband/wife. As one of my constants recently pointed out to me, soul mates can be your best friends too. Friends you share completely platonic relationships with.
I got lucky that I found my tribe in college. Literally on the first day of college, I met my mother’s namesake. Our friendship…

Musings: Endless Cups of Tea

There is no problem in the world that tea cannot fix.” – Anonymous
Anyone who knows me surely knows three things about me: I love reading, I love cats and I am in love with tea. When I first moved to Mumbai, I lived with my cousins who were equally addicted to tea as I was. We would take turns in making tea the first one and half months I lived with them. My office thankfully has a canteen that has an endless supply of tea. All my life, I have lived in a house where tea time was considered sacred.
The breakfast tea, the midmorning tea, the evening tea and the late evening tea – all the four times were equally special to us. I have jokingly referred to myself as a tea addict on countless occasions. But it wasn’t until this morning, as the train chugged along the Western Line, that I realized why my fondness and love for tea has grown ten-fold since the time I first set foot into my apartment. It wasn’t the tea that I was in love with at all. It was everything the cup of tea represente…

Musings: Everything Left Unsaid

“If you don’t like where you are right now, just move. You’re not a tree.” – Anonymous

When I first came across this quote I thought it really resonated with my soul. Of course, we are not trees. If you disagree with how things are in our lives at the moment, we can actually make the effort to make a change. We are not bound by anything to stay. Except…our word, our promises and sometimes, we act out of self-preservation, and just stay when we truly want to go.
Believe me, in the last month, I have heard the phrase, “Just move on” so many times that it will probably put Fasttrack to shame! Why are we human beings like this? Why do we find it easier to just go, to just move on? Why can’t we ever figure out a way to make things work? Is it that easy to abandon everything in the moment? What happens after the moment passes?
I have often been dubbed as the person who tries to make a bad thing work. Even when things should be left as is, I try to make things work. But in the last few years,…

Musings: People Always Leave

When I first started watching One Tree Hill a dialogue that Peyton Sawyer kept saying like a constant refrain got stuck in my head – people always leave. She even had artwork dedicated to this particular phrase of hers. While she later on believed that people always leave but sometimes they come back, I have grown darker in the way I look at people. I cannot seem to get out of thinking that people do always leave.
I wrote an article last year talking about the people who stay. They stay despite your heartbreak, despite your psychotic outbursts. They are the ones who hold your hand through the fire and the ones who believe in you even when you forget to believe in yourself. They are the people who remind you that you are amazing when you cease to believe it yourself. Finding your constant in a world where people are always leaving is difficult. Props to those of us who have managed to find them. But, I am discovering it is easier to find the people who leave than the ones who stay.

Musings: How to Heal Yourself with Words

For a person who has always liked planning exit strategies, who doesn’t like investing time and effort into things or people – there has been one thing that has been a constant throughout her life: words. Words, whether they came in the form of stories or books, or whether they have come in form of my own writing, have always comforted me.
Imagine my happiness when the new revolution began and Spoken Word Poetry became a huge success! So, if you are going through heartbreak and you would like to listen to something that gives you hope instead of listening songs/instrumentals on loop, here are the top five spoken word poetry that I always go back to:
Repetition by Phil Kaye
Favourite Lines: I work with words all day Shut up, I know the irony! When I was young, I was taught that the trick to dominating language was breaking it down Convincing it that it was worthless I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you; See, nothing.
Postcards by Sarah Kay