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[Writing's a Pi]


Photography: Patrick Tommaso

{Recently realized how complex a writing is. It's like trying to figure out the definite value of Pi. We only write ~3.14 but this isn't a definite value, it's an approximation. People tried figuring the value for many years, the more people try, the more indefinite it becomes.

Writing's no different. We might often hear Peter Dury say 'inch-perfect' when Lionel Messi scores a brilliant goal but writing isn't playing a soccer. We try to achieve the 'inch-perfect' in writing for 10 years, then in another 10 years, new style of writing comes, new books and new authors. It goes like this until we are dead and after we are dead.

Then, I tried writing something about writing but I don't know nothing. People say, before you write, you must read. Thinking that I don't want to wake up from my graveyard with regrets, I started reading. I started with Yallamma - The Writing Company, masterpieces of footnotes, poetry and many more. However, I realized that while reading, I don't understand some words. Now I have to scratch my head and flip a thick Cambridge Dictionary. At this time around 3 am, I almost puked. I was fucked up.

Slowly, I feel. I feel the fear. I am typing this on my mobile with trembling fingers and sighing heart. I am trying to improve something onto myself. I scribbled lot of dirty works at #The_Art_of_Pen and fooled 12,000 people. Now, I am afraid they might rebel against my weaknesses.

So, see, for me, writing isn't a piece of cake.]

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