On My Desk and using modern tools to write any where
I love to write, sometimes three or four blogs at a time. I know, over the years, I have gained wisdom as well as strength in my writing ability.
At times, I feel a strange sense of disbelief when I look back. After Partition of country, when I was affectionately nicknamed Pritu, went to school in Panipat and began my classes in a make shift school down the lane, by sitting on Jute mats full of dust and dirt. Yet Waheguru showed compassion and guided me to learn largely on my own after basic College education.
When I read my older blogs today, they make me feel small because of the poor English grammar and weak composition. And yet, those same writings remind me of the journey, how far I have come.
Even now, there are moments when I feel thrilled while writing a story. That joy has not faded.
My children are readers; they love books, liabrary or Barnes & Nobel. Perhaps that, too, is Waheguru’s quiet blessing continuing through generations.
