Let the Words Ebb and Flow

By Shiwani Dhiman

My writing journey began when I was three. I couldn’t write words yet, but I still felt the need to put my day on paper, like brushing my teeth or drinking water. I drew clumsy flowers and awkward sketches of things I saw. My mother laughed at how uneven they looked, but to me, this was a way to hold onto what had touched me throughout the day. Later, when I finally learned to write words in Hindi, my mother language, I filled the back pages of my school notebooks with sc...