Today evening saw me meeting a delightful bunch of people from the creative community I've been associated with for sometime now.
It was a great surprise to find a creative community which met every month and encouraged new writers and poets, discussed things with an open heart and was open to new views and methods. In my city, it is a rarity indeed! I joined them while browsing the net and bumping on to a site called Caferati.
However I had been unable to attend the last three meetings due to one reason or the other. This month gave me a perfect opportunity to see what Caferati was all about.
Truthfully speaking, we are all a bunch of eccentrics in this city who have come up together to discuss our emotions and our thoughts. I liked each and every one I met today at this meeting.
Some are great thinkers, some who work on that thought, some who are motivators and some who are observers.
Short stories and poems that they read opened a window and gave me a glimpse of something of their life. Some of it was shockingly violent, some touching, some absolutely hilarious and some... beautiful. No body was discouraged for their efforts. They were all praised duly and given subtle hints on how they could alter their reading piece to make it a master piece.
I wish there were more of such communities who would work and encourage new talent in my city. Alas! Everyone seems to be buried under a pile of responsibilities and work and only some are able to get out of that rubble and free themselves.
A particular piece that was read by a lady at the end of the meet was the one I liked the best. If she permits me, I'll put it up here. I think it is a must read for all as it talks about hope, perseverance and our own blindness towards things so obvious to everyone else but ourselves. It talks about nurturing the power of love in the soil of our souls.
I shall catch up on other blog posts as soon as I've had a minute. The last few weeks have been really hectic but soon I shall be "writing assignments" phase of studies and take a break.
I look forward to the next weekend when hopefully, happiness shall embrace me and kiss me with the tenderness and affection I long for. Perhaps time to live in fear is fading as courage puts forward his hand for me to hold. Should I take his hand, I wonder... is it really there? Do I dare?
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A wonderful experience, for sure.