When the outer world becomes too chaotic to bear, find
yourself a corner and a book.
When you feel the same chaos inside, find yourself a corner,
a pen, and a notepad.
I painted, I practiced singing and dancing. At 12, I
published my first story in a popular Bengali magazine for children called Anandamela. At 13, my story was
published in a book, a collection of short stories for children. But I have
never been passionate enough about my passions. Sometimes I feel my mind is
like those cameras from the old days, that couldn’t zoom in on any specific
object. Hence, I have been jumping from painting to writing to photography to
origami since the time I learned the meaning of the word ‘passion’. But I have
been true to my love for literature. I believe I have read more words than I
have spoken or used in my thoughts. I am not sure if I would have had the motivation to write this blog had I not crossed continents and oceans to find
life in a foreign land. I am not thirty yet, married, happy about the gray
streaks in my hair, and bad at decision-making. I haven’t been able to find a
suitable name for my blog. Hence, Whatchamacallit, a term you use when you
can’t remember or don’t want to take the name of something. If you have a better
name in mind, please write to me at chandreyi.india033@gmail.com.
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