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Simplicity of truth

Hello everyone!

Do you believe in miracles? Well, I didn't until last week. So read on to know my story.


Just a couple of days ago, I had my first book fair experience and unexpectedly bumped into some of my favorite authors and orators. My eyes scanned every stall for the novels I had listed the day before and for the posters I had wanted for my bedroom.


I did manage to get my hands on a couple of novels at Penguin and many other
publications but only after a few hours did the magic happen! Notionpress' contest rush notice somehow caught my eye and I instinctively walked in to enquire on that. That's when I met my now-mentor Ms. Meera Barath, the mind behind Mayaakatha, an engrossing collage of thought bubbles.


I had no idea she was an author, so I walked up to her and told her that I was searching for a new writer to explore and whether she could help me find some. That's when she took me to the stand where several copies of Mayaakatha were placed.


She started with a question," How would you feel if your friend received all the attention from your teacher and you were left out? I replied, "I would feel neglected and dejected." Then she asked, " What would you do then?" Childishly enough, I said, "I would do something I am best at for which I would also be recognized for."


Then she handed me Mayaakatha and told me that if I was interested in knowing what she would have done, I could flip the pages to the second chapter. I went through it and that was when I realized that guardian angels do come in the form of people you are bound to meet.

Please check out Mayaakatha review to know more about this wonderfully written book.


She went on in her book, " It's okay not to be in your priority list, and it's my acceptance giving me happiness to not be one, in your radar..."

Those words truly made me go down the memory lane, revisit those kindergarten days when I used to get teased and left out in cultural activities for my dusky complexion, which now I laugh at as to why I hadn't defended myself and be bold the way I am today.



The unnoticed listeners to our conversation was another author Mr. Sundaram Sampath, sitting a few seats away from me, whom again I did not recognize. Hearing our conversation, Mr.Sampath decided to gift me his book The Boss Calls The Shots. The day ended with with happy memories and helpful guidance along with a heavy bag full of novels and memories I hadn't foreseen.






Comments

  1. UnknownJanuary 24, 2019 at 8:24 AM

    Maanasa, I am very happy being in your page and again it's such an honour. Your look out, thoughtfulness and mindfulness enabled me to connect and rest is Mayaakatha...
    God bless you and Be the way you are,
    And you are Special and Unique in your own way...
    Best wishes
    Meera

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  2. MaanasaJanuary 25, 2019 at 6:22 AM

    Thank you ma'am for your blessings :) and I felt this moment definitely deserved a special place in my heart as well as fledgling =)

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  3. SELVIFebruary 6, 2019 at 9:43 AM

    Dear Maanasa, it is heart touching feelings, moved by your words. In this world all are unique and talented, you have explored ur skill.keep honing it, you will always rock. All that glitters are not gold. Don't feel for ur complexion. Still Miles to go....keep writing and God bless you always, bye, selvi aunty, Tvh...

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    1. MaanasaFebruary 11, 2019 at 6:21 AM

      Thanks a lot aunty ! My take on it is that black is what defines beauty in me and a book can never be judged by its cover. My pen is my mightiest weapon and I shall never lose it.

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