Why I Write? Abhijit Naskar

You know why I write books? Because it is the one thing about the outcome of which I don’t give a damn. I don’t care if they gather dust, I don’t care if they don’t sell. In fact, among my hundred plus works, there are a few that have sold barely ten copies. Yet, am I bothered! Nope!

I don’t write to sell books, I write because my mind teeters on the edge of psychosis if I spend a single day without writing. Sure, the ultimate mission behind my legacy is the construction of a humane world, but if you get down to the actual morale of the moment – the only recompense I get out of it all, is the felicity of putting my fervor on paper – thus immortalizing them for eons to come. That’s how this one life could produce such an impossibly inexhaustible amount of literature in the first place – because I dream my ideas, breathe my ideas, and live my ideas. Better a lesser read genius, than a misread genius. Or to put it plainer still – I am not a writer, I am an anomaly – for better or for worse, I am an anomaly.