I am sick...fever, headache, sore throat and every other thing that comes with it! Poor hubby had to take leave. Inspite of not feeling well, inspite of doses of paracetamol, couldn't make myself sleep a little bit. Thus this indulgence in disjointed thoughts.
I have a few secret dreams.....most should remain unexpressed.....two I can talk about.
Secret dream #1 I want to have a published book to my name. Seems impossible. Reading about famous authors like Arundhati Roy, Amitav Ghosh, Vikram Seth, David Davidar, Jhumpa Lahiri etc etc, I have come to know that all of them are highly qualified people. I am neither a literature student, nor a holder of hi-fi degrees, sadly:(. Thus this dream too, like all others, would just remain a dream, probably. My supremely optimist husband says "You never know!" How I would love to believe him.
Secret dream #2 I want to meet Vikram Seth. Not just 'meet' 'meet', like in famous author and autograph seeking reader kinda scenario, but to be able to sit and talk to him, a little more than the time I take for my usual inhibitions to drop and be myself. I also realize, for this dream to come true I'd probably have to make the first one happen. Chances are bleak, I know.
I love to dream, still.
About Me
- Rituparna
- I started writing on an impulse, as my very first post indicates. It was mostly, as an effort to understand myself better. I have graduated from that phase, lately. These days the endeavor is mostly creative. I indulge myself in poetry writing:)! More than often, love pervaded,thus a tad bit embarrassing at times. But how can I help it, being an incurable romantic at heart. Life and literature is meaningless to me, sans romance. I am still extremely self conscious about this, and only very recently have started sharing this link with the world. Inspite of this awkward shyness, like any writer, I too have a strong urge to be read. What can be a better platform than this....thus...I continue writing so! A few lines about the title of my blog...Lais.sez-faire...I don't know french. I came across this phrase in wikipedia....somehow, one day...the very essence of freedom, surrounding this particular phrase appealed to me, though technically it indicates higher forms of political, social and economic ideology. Why should I bother about such lofty, obtuse concepts, I am just an aspiring poet, and absolutely refuse to look beyond the beauty of this phrase!
