There is magic in every story and the storyteller, a magician. Spellbound I read, listen, tell and retell stories.
I am more than my parts
I am still I am, in spite of living or perhaps because of
I am not what I was, nor do I want to be
I am who I am
All that I am is what you make of me
I am more than the boundaries of your sentience
I am ..
I love stories, I collect them. I love listening to them and I have come to love telling them as well. I started Second Chances as a compulsion, something I felt compelled to write. The story had a life of its own, and it spent many months gestating in my head.
More than six years ago, I chanced up on Meera30’s stories, and fell completely in love with A Words Worth – her story, her characters, especially Arnav, Aman [of course] and Aparna Raizada. I had, in my sincere gratitude, exclaimed that if I ever wrote a story I would dedicate it to her. I could never imagine writing anything that resembled a story, much less anything that came close to her caliber of writing. So, eight months later, there I was, offering this story as a dedication to Meera30. This was in 2014!
About Second Chances
As the title alludes, it is about life, second time around – after chances offered, gained, lost and regained. It is a story about love, loss, grief, bereavement and all that goes with it. It is also about courage to recognize those second (and third, fourth…) chances that life bestows. I am being upfront here. If you are seeking to read a one-man/one-woman love story, then this is not it.
Like the title itself, this story went through many periods of slow decline, stillness and silence, reflecting its author’s. I am hoping this is a second chance for the story itself. Thank you for your interest. Thank you for not giving up on the story or its author.
If you are here and you have read some of this story, then leave me your thoughts. That is all that is expected of you. I am not seeking criticism of any kind. I am not a professional writer. I write for my pleasure. Unsolicited criticism does not work well with this algorithm. 🙂
I write to give myself strength.
I write to be the characters I am not.
I write to explore all the things I am afraid of.
— Josh Whedon