Dear ______ ,

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All day today I have struggled to write this letter. It’s not that I don’t have anything to say, neither is it about being able to find the words to say what I have to. The trouble this time round is rather strange – I don’t know who I should be writing this letter to. Who is it that made me want to write? Who is it that continues to inspire me?

Should it be my grade I English teacher who told my dad I needed to read storybooks because my English wasn’t up to the mark or my class VII English teacher who taught me to appreciate Shakespeare making me mug up speeches from Merchant of Venice till I could recite them verbatim (I can still reel off My Mind is Tossing on the ocean.. and The quality of mercy is not strained..)?

Should it be Enid Blyton who made me fall in love with talking toys, magical trees and mysterious islands or should it JK Rowling who reminded me that magic wasn’t only for children?

Should it be Georgette Heyer whose style I copied, without even being aware of it, in the first story I ever wrote (and tore up right away) or should it be PG Wodehouse who still appears unwittingly in some of my writing?

Should it be the editor of the daily who picked me for my very first job even though I had no experience or should it be the one who accepted my first story?

Should it be my twin muses who inspired me to begin a blog and then later, pestered me to come with a new story every night for years on end and then listened to them so spellbound that I began to believe a little bit in myself? Or should it be friends who laughed at all the right places when they read my writing?

Should it be my mom, dad and sister who read what I write, come up with ideas when I’m stuck, even vet some of my posts, or should it be my fantastic blogging family that keeps me going day after day with kind words of encouragement?

I shall never know and for that reason this letter shall never be written.

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Written for the Write Tribe Festival of Words June 2018 for the Day 6 prompt:

Write a letter to a person who supported your writing career, whether that be a friend, a family member, a teacher (even one that supported you at a very young age before you knew that it would blossom into a writing career), an author you’ve never met but have been inspired…


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11 thoughts on “Dear ______ ,

  1. Vinitha

    This letter is so beautifully written. It isn’t just one person, all those interactions, nudges, encouragement – everything matters to bring out the best in us. I loved reading this heartfelt letter, Tulika.

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    1. Obsessivemom Post author

      Sure it does. I barely did much writing as a child – just very half hearted attempts here and there. A poem in moral science class sounds interesting. What was it about?

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  2. Shilpa Gupte

    it doesn’t matter that the letter was left unwritten. What matters are your words and your thoughts and your emotions for all those who helped you become the person you are and whom you carry in your heart.

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  3. Rashmi

    Oh this was such a lovely – and honest – letter! Really, our life is such a wo derful culmination of so many things, so many thoughts, so many learnings from so many different people, na?

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  4. Shantala

    I loved how you chose to never write the letter that you did write, to no one in particular, yet including everyone who helped you/cheered you along in this writing journey of yours. 🙂

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