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The free writing It is certainly not the time to write, but to plant the seed of words for future cheers. In my opinion, writing is the hardest when you did not step into it. Once you put your words, it will flow like a stream with unusual amounts of water what you edit later and keep your writing wonderful. The aim may not be always publishing, but you can enjoy writing and gift yourself. In my office chamber, after reading a lot my mind took little rest to warm up. While closing my eyes I felt the air journey to Punchgani and could visualize and feel the hour. It was marvelous. I thought myself in the plane and passing through the clouds and looking the green earth from the window. I could visualize and that made me happy. Thus, I could feel happiness through writing and it is the positive vibrations to make me practice the free writing. In addition, I thought about how a charted accountant or a company secretary prepared their documents, and within some days prepared a b...

Golden image The morning sky was cloudy with occasional drizzle. It can be endured, less cold, not harmful. Over the table lays a journal and beside it a hot cup of coffee, not bad. Mayuri walking inside her home. It is necessary. She now goes to the table sip tea. Her eyes have different images, the images of past, present and future. She now sits comfortably and put her running thoughts over the taste of tea. She looks at the tea cup. She remembered, she had brought it from Panchgani, Moharashtra, when she was there for an official training.Ah! what were those days. She was independent of all her burdens to learn and move like a school girl.She finished her tea, wrote to-do-list in her daily journal and prepared breakfast in the kitchen. Still clouds were there to make her feel-bad. -"Okay, clouds, stop there and recite your best gloomy poetry. I am not going to encourage you by my clapping. I am also not interested to make you go away like 'rain, rain g...

Writer's life is really interesting Moving from step to step , one curve line to another, one page to next page , I halted and thank  God for a better technique. No writer can survive without reading , if he or she is writing in some other language. It is important to know the words through what you are going to tell your story. Mostly we write from our imaginations or the events that happen around us. A banker interrupted the writing... He wishes to serve again for another year... Really disgusting... Yes, what I want to tell... About writing.... Read a lot, Write every day to make it a habit. ~happy writing~

Writer's life is really interesting Wrote my blog post' writer's life is really interesting'. From the morning I was in dilemma , whether I can write in English or I should switch over to my Odia. Now I wrote a tiny story on the basis of a situation happened before me , an d I could understand ' I can write'.  So from today instead of killing my precious time in reading different blogs, I could read books one after another in that period to improve my writing skill. It could be wonderful and satisfying also to complete reading different book. It will inspire me to write well and also use the precious time in writing projects. Writing projects can be like below. 1- Reading  to improve the skill. 2- Writing daily whatever may be the situation, or anything in daily life. It could be like eating, breathing , remembering , or meditating. 3- Editing the work and make them fair to send to the publisher. 4- Publishing a book each year, whate...

Writer's life is really interesting 'Ma'am' , I have sent you a short story. Have you read it?' I looked towards the face of a stranger. I thought am I ever told him to sent a short story? Might be, again I went deeper to recognize him. He was before me sitting  and watching eagerly. His round face and glittering eyes were enough to make me create a smile on my lips. In such situation , I had no way left except a satisfied smile. 'I don't know you' could make the situation horrible.  I told, ' Okay, I will go through it'. He left my chamber . ~happy writing~

Writer's life is really interesting While looking outside through my glass widow I found the reflections of setting sun of autumn over the bunch of wild yellow flowers and felt something like depression without knowing the reasons behind it. Perhaps something was there in the past or something will happen in the future, I thought. The weakness of a writer is analyzing the situation and knowing the people. Most of the time a writer trapped inside some kind of arguments and experience joy and grief simply for nothing.  I read a lot, still no satisfaction. However, its ok. Happy writing

Learning is definitely good. But, excess learning and no time to produce anything can not be the goal of life.

A small step brave to move achievement

The purpose of Life In the silence I created thoughts and asked what is the real purposes of life putting aside all I have possessed as per my karma.  My mind was cool and I felt little soothing ripples of thoughts were there. I experienced the creating vibrations. I could understand the voice. I could listen the answer. The answer was ' the true purpose of life is to experience love, peace, bliss, happiness etc. and share it doing the work we have given. Doing work with pain will give vibration of pain to the surrounding.Our conscience is the true guide to choose karma for us. So, pause a second talk to your inner-self, create thought and act accordingly with peace and happiness within. sunrise colourful world bird chirps a welcome song no one to blame no arguments you are your master just walk ahead your steps are towards a happy destiny no fear you are the angel

Unveiling the reasons Unveiling the reasons and embracing the bliss a journey for unending joy stops beside the fallen leafs... Ah! Autumn has arrived too early. Inhaling the early morning temple door opened... sounds of bell no worries, no stress lighted diya in the corner smiles of peace. © Sarojini Pattayat

Health is definitely the wealth. If you are not fit, you are definitely going to hell. This is why you have to care of your body. And particularly when you are a professional, you have to follow your time schedule and keep in mind about your eating habit and exercise habit. How are you going to  enjoy the life? It is only for your body.Mind is also important. So do some meditation. take care happy writing

Sit and write This the only path

Writer's life is really interesting It is true for all to have  dream. I have also mine to match all in the literary world. First and foremost thing I want is peace and happiness through this art. Then comes finance and any other things to live a pleasurable life here.I want to finish  all my half errand. This is important than anything. I may die with half work. And this will make me more pathetic.

Writer's life is really interesting   Living life is an art. You have to use your intellect to get nectar out of it. Your thought process should be under your control  and you should choose as per your wish , how to get a good life.  For this observe the situations , people and create what you really want. Prioritize your wants, take steps accordingly. One after another with little effort you can achieve. In every situation just give attention to yourself. Rest your own intellect will do.  It will work as a lighted candle. You will no more remain in the darkness of gloom. The sky has no limit. It is you,  who can take an enormous flight  towards your goal and achievement.

Writer's life really interesting If you are a writer  you will definitely wish to get story ideas and will remain with people to discover something interesting. Today I got something like this. It is about depression and  suicide. We were three, discussing about a teenager made suicide .My point of argument was why suicide? It is not the alluring sweet to enjoy. Second thing death is inevitable for each one in this earth. So, what is the reason to die without enjoying the God given life with what we have.If in this earth killers also enjoy a normal death, what is the point for taking a such deadly step. Parents should talk to their children like friend and listen to them. They should spend their time with the children to train them about living in this earth and facing various problems  in every step. Truly no one knows about the life after death. So, live this life with smile and enjoy each bit of it. ~happy life~ ~happy writing~

Writer’s life is really, interesting. It is not my sole opinion. More or less, all advise to write each day. It is good to write to practice your craft and feel writer in your heart. But, fuel for writing is the inspiring elements you have to acquire each day. Today in the morning, I completed a short story. It is great. While writing short stories it is advisable to complete it at on go. My novel writing is not encouraging. I have outlined it and in vacation, I mean not taking yet any step. It is embarrassing. However, I will do it soon. ~ happy writing ~

writer's life is really interesting Hmm.  About quitting the day job. I should say it is not at all advisable to quit the day job for writing. Now you are not a professional. You have to fix your target and get published to attract your reader. Then if you are making money out of this , you may take a decision. ~ happy writing ~

Writer's life is really interesting It is not at all depressing.  You have to write and this is what the life of a writer. You can write fiction and non-fiction to add a reward to your own achievement. You are your own guide in this path. You have to master the art. Believe me , once you are a writer , you can not easily leave this passion. It is a life, of course different from other. You can feel proud for this life.It is unique. Happy writing

Rain is a poem

'writer's life is really interesting' Looking at my chamber.It is good, usual. But, one thing happened. While writing most of the time we travel into the past.It hurts. We experience the feeling of 'missing' of days we already passed.And really it is awful to remember. But, as a writer it comes frequently. A writer lives both in past and present and predicts the future.  So, smile please. "happy writing"...

"writer's life is really interesting" After reading so many blogs, one thing I discovered, "Life is a mystery and we have very little time". I found many blogger not updated their blogs. They are vanished.(Alas! one day I will also...)I am in love for writing...so, I am here. Cloudy day... No sunshine... Nature is beautiful... I am beholding the nature... I am its part... Nature is also within my heart and mind... I am not trapped by the griefs, or depression... I am hugged by the love and satisfaction... I am a peaceful person.... Peace is my natural right... My anger is decreasing day by day... I am the author of my own play ... I am the creator of my destiny... I am the captain of my little canopy... I am the bird soaring in endless journy... No fear... No anxiety...

"writer's life is really interesting" Before the actual writing... Reading like a busy person. Too much reading lost its value...Hmm...(a sigh) How to learn ...actually says the mind, with deep concern. Oh! I am killing time  and playing with time , someone says like a teacher inside. (Yes, it is true) Now to escape it only one way seems there... run...run... (smile now ) go to some place and write.(Peace in mind) In a rainy day a cosy home is the aim of a writer to write. ~happy writing~

"writer's life is really interesting" it was not my thought, it was my action to create rain over the paper with my words... Yes the day was cloudy and cool. I listened the morning welcoming song of a cock(really I surprised as it is unusual in the heart of my city Bhubaneswar). I felt myself in my lovely countryside. The images of my childhood danced before me. It was not the dream truly as I was visualising with open eyes. In the deep silence I remembered once again that, I have left my childhood from ages with black and white pictures and the greeneries of village life. Ah! my creativity chocked and sighed . Any poetry may help I thought ,but switched on the TV for morning news and again the halla-gulla filled up my heart. Oh! where , where is the peace, the serenity, the bliss! I startled  and found my little home in morning silence itself creating images of deep sleep in the eyes of my lovely daughter. Brighter aspects and achievements... hmm I have not ...

"writer's life is really interesting " When nothing to write specifically It is the evening. But it is not like any other evening. It is unique with its experience and peaceful silence except the song of rain. Rain was not here from last several days. Now it is a thing to be discussed everywhere from the roadside cafe to the five star hotels, from mother's kitchen to the father's office( of course in mother's office also, when mother is a working lady). And look , I am experiencing the coolness moving slowly with touches of rain from the little space of my glass window. I just listened the sound of a busy restaurant from you tube and I imagined how some writer becomes fancy of writing in such environment. may be it pours inspiring elements to be filled in some novel or some poetry or prose piece. I may get some ideas from the busy place, may be for some short story  I thought,  and now wishing to leave my chamber to destroy my depressing mood.

The rain in my city -------------------- Its a wave you know, full of happiness remembering all the incidents with you. Under the wild tree your first mystic appearance in the rain compelled me to put you in my poetry as the only romantic character. From that day your each wish became my wish and your each dream   I tried to full fill. I know you are satisfied. You forgot the rain and the past where we struggled a lot. But,look the rain of this city still sings the song of that mystic painting of your first appearance that turn our life and luck.  

Sometimes problems knock your door to awake you. But, what is the size of problem? So, without loosing your patience you should strengthen your mind to face it. This is called life. Be brave to walk in life with your head high.

Writer's life I always love to read ' how a writer writes and achieves'. It is my hidden interest to know the writers. On this journey I could know that, they all are more or less like us. They writes what they know and research wherever a story demands. That's all. But, important thing is , they writes and this is their penance. So, cheers... Go on writing what you know, may it be in computer, paper, note book or in cards. But, important thing is first of all create the outline of the story like a perfect story teller.  Take little time and back to your school days to read grammar book and find ready made outlines and develop some story. That will definitely work.Write with love and interest as you are telling some story to your close friend. ~happy writing~

ALL ABOUT WRITING  I have come across different feed backs and advice about writing in the internet and many writers have given their experiences about writing . But, the important thing is no one can make you a writer, if you will not sit and write.  So, as your nursery classes you have to sit and write everyday , whatever you want. Don't see who are your audience or don't think who will publish your materials. Just for heaven's shake take a vow and go on writing to be a writer. Think it as your profession  and like a gardener plant everyday different tree or herbs in your literary world. One day you will find your world full of trees, herbs, flowers, fruits, and even you will find birds chirping there and animals wandering there with joy and peace. Many people comment my writing as premature. But, for me writing is an art. And whether it is mature and premature it should not be decided. It depends on the heart of the reader what he or she found from the writing . Th...

I can't die without writing a novel I can't die without writing a novel

write write to be a writer. but, read more to learn the art.

Just now · 'ଗୁଡି' ର କଭର ଡିଜାଇନ ହୋଇଗଲା completed the cover design of 'Gudi' ~ସରୋଜିନୀ~

The golden shower tree and the lady of travera

"My Home" This means everything for life.

Anjali Anjali returned from her office. It was a busy day. She went to her little kitchen. Thought a little and prepared a cup of black coffee. Tarun danced in her mind. She thought how Tarun taught her to prepare black coffee. How the days of university passed really. She smiled a little. She went to her little courtyard. The sky was getting dark. Stars were showing their presence with their glittering light. Anjali tried to find out the star in whose lap she could discove r her father's face. She wanted to cry. She couldn't. Because she is a responsible practical human being. She know death is a truth. She know friend comes and goes away. She herself, is also not a static one. She is changing. With a sigh she took her empty cup and went into her drawing room to see the daily news. She switched on the tv. She has to face the reality.

Anjali Anjali entered into her little chamber. It was cool but full of work pressure. She looked at the rack that was standing comfortably with burden of files. She put a glance at the wall clock and planned to complete the work. She rang the calling bell. Her orderly hastily entered. - Ramalu, bring all the files to my table. I want to dispose them now. -Okay madam. Ramalu put all files on the table and went away. Anjali opened one file. It was about the sanction of pension of one Sri Dipak Mohanty, retired from service on 31st December 1999. Due to a misappropriation case his pension was held up. And now after so many years, it was found that he is not really involved. With a sigh, Anjali put her signature on the documents to send them to the office of Accountant General. She cleared all files , called Ramalu and send them to respective branch of her office. She wanted to thought about Sri Mohanty. What type of humiliation that person might not have faced ...

my poetry one after another with rhythm, with good amounts of tear, with glossy smile, they appeared and immersed, leaving their footprints here for your enjoyments. it is happening from ages, and they are valueless. can you ever purchase a smile or a drop of tear! never, I swear. So, they appear and become my friend ever.

time gallops... no one can stop it. let us walk with the time, time is the precious of everything.

I wish fairies to knock my wooden door and write my books.

working on a novel fantasy

My little courtyard is full of sunshine. And the breeze is cool, poetic, touching the soul. I know You are somewhere around. That's why everything seems in harmony. I am enjoying the moment. But what for You go away and vanish for days together. Whether it is to make Yourself more important! !! I always think You as most important, lovable. So... Be with me.

In the rain     Summer smiles...

Have you ever seen a dream, the real dream! Never... Real dream will not hurt. Rather it will pour inspirations to develop And face the life.

chapter one It was really a matter of fact that, Mira had a bad dream about  Rohit. She did not want to share everything with Rohit. She wants to bear the sadness of dream herself and wait for the better time, when she would think it as unimportant. Mira was not a silly woman. She was a graduate in Economics, and knew the rise and fall of stock market and had enough knowledge of business. She was in love with Rohit and got married only last month. In a joint family, it was not easy to handle every case easily. Rohit was constantly facing loss in business deal and Mira wanted to help him. But how, she did not know. It was darkness everywhere. It was a hot summer evening. Rohit, wished to return to home early. Mira had already called him five times. But he had enough work to finish today. He had a meeting with chief engineer, works department as regards the tender. After repeated failure from last few months, he himself wanted to handle the situation. So, he was preparing h...

learning will not vanish

The note-book At each bell her heart was jumping. But, why? Is she was fearing for something beyond her little knowledge. She kept her note book over the study table laying in a corner and drank little water from her glass. What for she was fearing? Was this one was the reason of her blood pressure or whether she was really a weak woman of this earth. A gust of cool breeze touched her traveling through the half opened window. She could feel the peace in her heart. 'No she has not made any guilt in her any work' she thought again. No, the fear, the doubt of her own strength was only bringing the fearing feelings she thought. She again drank a little water and sat near the table to begin her story. She was to finish it to die peacefully. How could she  leave the earth with an unfinished story? The note book was old and tattered.Her handwriting notes were clearly visible there. So many ideas were cleverly sketched there to give a direction to someone interested to save the ea...

The Fantasy World If I will describe everything as real, it is only relatively true. Because, we naturally live amid fantasy inwardly. In our inner world we meet everything for our enjoyment. So, let us start. The garden Seasons enters to the garden with their distinct steps. Each season has its own values to share with us. The squirrels of the garden had their cottages and were living there happily. The old squirrel was collecting ripe mangoes to for him, but for the grand children. Sh...Ah...Tik taks... The grand father squirrel looked at the iron gate of the house.Someone was coming. "Oh, little girl of the tarpaulin cottage, near big drain of the city". The girl was coming stealthily, with soft sounds, with an intentions to not disturb anyone of the house and with only aim to get some ripe mangoes. The grand father squirrel observed the girl's poor look, tattered dress and sighed.'People just gives birth to the children and forgets to take care' grand...

Nisha was there, in her office chamber silently waiting for the unforeseen consequences. She opened her water bottle and drank to ease her tension.She had no scope to know the weather outside. She can only imagine the forty degree blazing sun, how it is now warming the city. She has to wait. Her waiting may give her the achievement, she thought... sarojini

The grass and the graveyard Lays there the heroes of days Adventure was their passion, You cared them with glossy touches 'O' nature's great creation. Over the stage, last scene was staged You were the silent beholder, Under grieve they parted from this earth They might be rich or pauper. When I passes beside graveyard and you I smile for my follis, How I am struggling for name and fame When everything will vanish. We are in a illusory castle Walking in our path, Rest is with the the hand of time We will find, what we worth. ~sarojini ~

Tear and smile I never wished To block tear to flow And smile to lost simply. I adore it to flow & open the secrets of heart. To veil the heart is intolerable. I appreciate them who have taken a vow to leave this mysterious earth keeping their words and worries in deepest corner of their heart. I really appreciate their pride and fear. But, As a mortal being I am in the side of them who have opened their secrets like a best child of mother earth. They are fearless and adventures. I worshiped them as the changers. I appreciate the flow of tear and smile. ~sarojini ~

The wall The wall Not very old, but was mossy and miserable by rain, Sun, winter. The thing was no one looking at it. The loneliness perceives. A cat came and sat leanings over it. A friend entered to the scene. The wall got a friend to talk  and observe the starry night, floating clouds, seasons passing by. Now it felt joy everywhere.

Morning courtyard Enveloped With the dried leafs of jack fruits and mango tree, It was simmering in dream: It was swept, cleaned, Dried leafs piled  and taken by municipality people to dispose: Courtyard again waited dry leafs to fall  and settle over it to listen their talk of whole day. ~sp~