Somewhere between the early morning silence and breakfast,
I sit with paper.
No audience.
No algorithm.
No intention to impress.
Just ink moving slowly —
like breath during prayer.
I don’t write to say something important.
I write to stay in touch — with myself, with life, with something unnamed but deeply present.
Writing, for me, has become prayer.
And yet —
Publishing feels like fear.
Writing Is Easy. Being Seen Is Not.
I write every day.
In English. In Hindi. Sometimes half-formed, sometimes precise.
Stacks of A4 sheets fill my room — handwritten, intimate, unedited.
They were never meant to travel beyond this space.
Writing asks nothing from me.
Publishing asks for everything.
To publish is to step into light.
To risk misunderstanding.
To invite judgement — not just of words, but of who I am.
And somewhere inside, a quiet voice whispers:
“What if this is too simple?”
“What if this doesn’t matter?”
“What will people say?”
Why This Fear Is Deeper in India
In India, creativity is rarely neutral.
Writing must justify itself.
- Be useful
- Be instructive
- Be impressive
- Or be silent
Poetry is allowed — but as a hobby.
Reflection is respected — but only in private.
Prayer is sacred — but never exploited for marketing purposes.
So we grow up learning this split:
- Feeling is holy
- Expression is risky
We are taught to bow in temples,
not to speak from the same trembling honesty outside them.
That is why writing becomes prayer —
But publishing feels like crossing a line.
From devotion to exposure.
From sincerity to the marketplace.
The Quiet Misunderstanding About Publishing
Publishing is not performance.
It is not self-promotion.
It is not shouting.
It is not claiming authority.
Publishing, at its most honest, is simply this:
“I found something true while sitting alone.
Maybe it can sit with you too.”
Some words are not meant to stay inside notebooks forever.
They don’t want applause —
They want circulation.
Like Prasad.
Like breath.
Like a thought that becomes lighter when shared.
A Gentle Reframe
Not everything you write needs to be published.
But something you write must be.
Otherwise, the inside becomes crowded.
Heavy.
Unheard.
Publishing is not a betrayal of prayer.
It is a prayer extended.
Offered, not announced.
A Small Ritual (If You Feel Stuck)
Once a week, do this:
- Choose one page from your writings
- Don’t edit it to be clever
- Don’t make it “valuable”
- Just ask one question:
“Could this help someone breathe a little easier?”
If the answer is yes —
let it go.
That is enough.
Closing
Maybe God doesn’t care whether you publish or not.
But life does.
Because some words are not seeking salvation.
They are seeking companionship.
And perhaps that is also a form of prayer.