What is in a book!

What is in a book!
It comes out with a cover page that is well designed or defined according to the author's perceptions of the words within.

It comes with a title
that speaks of the essence of the spirit within.

It comes with a back page
Giving the essence of the writer and the intent of the content.

As a reader I looked at many books placed in the shelves of the book shops or the libraries. Many a time picked up two or three and finally decided on one to take to the counter.

Now
It's an experience awaiting to be the writer.
The writer of published lines in pages.
The days that went on in grooming the emotions
The excitement in visualising them in print
The first touch of the paper back

An elated moment equals the arrival of the first baby  :)

Now I know how much goes behind making a book. My tiny speck "Dialogue with Diary" has seen my turbulent self toiling the silent nights with the keyboard.
My salutes to all the writers who made efforts and succeeded in making their books come in print and stand the test of the time.
Exciting to join the parenting of nurturing words!



-- Jayashree Naidu

The Countdown has Begun!

#dialogue_with_diary
 
My stint with literature has begun with amma's anxious reading of Pramadavanam in Andhra Prabha, a telugu magazine that offered the question and answers column written by the great lady writer, Malathi Chandur. She used to make me sit in the kitchen and read them loud as she could continue her work of preparing food for the family. The dried wood gives out flames so fast, that food had to be taken care of else they would turn black in no time.

Malathi Chandur's vast literary quotes lead to some more search and some more reading. Her column pages were torn and stitched together by hand by peddakka.

It was a continuous reading and the thirst too established the place in the increased number of collected pages and books.

Dedicate this first flower to that sweet mother!

Dialogue with Diary

I'm not able to agree with the serene cover page for the book.

Whenever I look at it, I could hear my heart's refusal to settle with the exterior serenity. "How could a creation happen with a cool and balanced mind. We chiselled ourselves and each piece is the word that you have written and feel proud of. But my dear! writing is not that simple act. It's a tsunami that carries us to the shores where the destruction of something results in the creation of a new world. It destroys the writers peace of mind, serenity of the heart, or takes him on flight or bleeding foot to the places unknown.

Yes...

Writing is never a simple act.

It appears simple. It's vocabulary sounds simple. The lay out on the page looks calm. The alphabet carry the laughter or the melancholy of the heart. They even stun us with a different mind frame. But the birth place of the alphabet is the war field in the mind's vision. There the writer sees something that touched his heart or disturbed him to the eternity. This results in the blank ink spreading on the page or the laptop screen.

The lines that spread over the pages release the writer from the heart's heaviness or the mind's madness or souls soliloquy or the momentous silenc.
I welcome you all to my world that carries the moments of turbulence, pain, agony, ecstasy, a blind war within.
Every page of the book is the heart and mind's dialogue with each other. One overpowering the other. When do they come to terms with each other, then is born the Diary of their Dialogues.
Dear all welcome to "Dialogue with Diary"

My baby is getting ready to be born to be in your hands.
Just a few days wait.
The count down has begun. 

-- noenglish