Urge to Write

I have been pondering over a thought for quite some time now. I wish to write a book. Just a simple travel memoir. But it seems that starting to write is an issue. I open my word document and stare at it. I end up telling myself I need to read some travel books to learn how to write them. I go over the internet click some links here and there and I am back to where I was. The stare. There are so many good points on how to write, which I have noted mentally. Should there be a “how to write” when all i want is to jot them down and make it in a presentable manner.  There is no need for me to emphasize on marketing. It will be a big day when I just write it! So all you guys out there, I have a request. Instead of me being drowned by millions and zillions of links on how to write, could you help me out by pointing out some major dos and don’ts? That ‘s all! Guess it could help few other people who wish to write but are stuck right at the first word.! Cheers guys!


Thoughts of the known and unknown….


Weekly Writing Challenge: 1,000 Words – This post is for the writing challenge. To decipher what we see from this picture above. I looked at the picture and wondered what the story behind the girl was.. and then i thought…what is the story behind those animals!! And from there on came up an imagination which led to this short writing.. I hope you enjoy it!

“Don’t you think its late?? There were so many children yesterday! Why aren’t there any now?? Where have all of them gone?”

“Well Greeney, i thought after so many years you would have understood that there are 2 days when all children come and play and then the day when we are left mostly alone”, said Petal the horse.

” Now now, don’t fight over this again. We all know how BIIGGGGG Greeney’s brain is!!! Dont we ! But you know standing in front of this empty restaurant for so many years I wish we could have been somewhere else”.

“Where Tiggy?? This is the world!! There is nothing after that big tree on the corner!! The world ends there.  I really wonder where so many kids come from on those 2 days!” said Winne.

” I am bigger and taller than any of you and I can see further than that big tree. Thats not the end. I see a building after that tree.. and there is where the world ends. I suppose all the children stay there”, said Jiffy the Giraffe.

“I wish I could move round and round faster than any of you. Its really hot today! Oh why isnt anyone coming ?? Will be remain stuck here forever??. WIll there ever be a chance when we can see past the boundaries and have a glimpse of what the world’s end looks like????

For a moment everybody started thinking on what Bushy the rabbit had just thought of. That was the only place they had ever been to. And my what all they had seen from there! The 2 days they loved because there were people and children all around and everything was bright. The mom’ s fighting over “who pushed whom first”, the children jumping on the carousel and shrieking at the top of the voices, dad coming out from the end of the world and playing with the children. Yes all of them had witnessed a lot of emotions of people. And they loved when someone was with them. But today it was again Monday.

” i wish someone would come and ride me. Sometimes it feels so lonely. Sighhh….” The moment Greeny had said this a little girl walks up  and stares at them.

“Me me me sit on me and I will glide away!!!” says Petal

“No it has to be me. She is looking at me. Definitely she will sit with me.  I look more clean than all of you!!

“Oh please Greeny” , all of them say in unison and suddenly become quite. With hopes that the little girl will sit on anyone of them so that they will feel the winds blowing a little more but mostly so that they turn and see the parts of the world around them they had missed while standing there for so long.

And then the girl turned around and just sat on the carousel.

“Is she just going to sit there???’ asked Winne

“I wish I could just sit like you all and do nothing all day long”, sighed the little girl, Daisy,  and wondered what it was like to be a part of the carousel.