Know Me Well – Roo Panes
Only when I was in the 10th grade, I found out, I loved writing during my vacant hours.
And only since then, pen and the paper secretly became my permanent favorite paraphernalia.
I sure remember writing on a variety of different random things.
I use to write about my experiences, feelings.
I also wrote about dogs and food cuisine and about people,
en masse I wrote just about anything and everything I would find ringing to me in those particular instances.
Short lines. Long paragraphs. One liner.
Next thing I remember — is showing my draft works to our the then English teacher at school, Mr. Giri.
I remember politely requesting him for his second opinion, and suggestion and recommendations over my newly found hobby spree.
However, more than anything, I will never forget that one flitting moment of my life, the time when he said:
In his own words – “Don’t give up writing? Doesn’t matter even if it is not perfect. And should it least matter what you end up doing for your future career but keep writing, keep learning.”
And just today, as I relive those fleeting recollections once again whence looking at these tiny, precious white notebooks of my past.
Nostalgic bygone imperfection lingers around.
The same Imperfection that I still — smilingly endure.