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“Conversations happen quite often in life. As a writer and a poet, I like listening rather than talking. Somehow the conversations come out quite interesting. As a writer, I don't judge anyone. Because we are all humans and nobody can be totally perfect. In fact, perfect people do not make interesting characters in stories. And invariably I like to listen to the life stories and instances of the people whom I meet in life. Most people trust me and tell me their life stories. And the people I meet shape the characters and the stories that I write.”

“Those of you who are ignoring my writing are doing it at your own risk. I am writing passionately for the last ten years of my life. And I am here to make it big." ― Avijeet Das Writing has always been a passion for me. I think words are like our friends. They talk to us. They understand us. They make us feel better. When we feel alone, words make us feel we are not alone. And I have spent many a time in the company of words, thoughts, feelings, and emotions. I write words on paper. And then the words dance and create their own magic. Some words write themselves. Words have come to me when I needed them most. I started writing in college but it was fitfully. My writing was not regular. Once in a while, I would write. But I think it was in the year 2012 or 2013, when I started writing passionately. And I have been writing since that day, when I felt writing was my passion.”

“Im happy to sit and be an ear to listen when the world gets wild but Id much prefer to watch the ways your eyes in sparkle in the midst of convincing me why you love the things you do. It gives me hope that someone else out there feels everything with this much depth and has the willingness to create a beautiful life from it.”

“A writer reports on the universe. When he presents his credentials, the gates of heaven and hell are equally opened to him. He can hear the devil’s defense and god’s accusations. The guards at the king’s heart let him in. The writer can be anything and any one he wants. When he writes he is a god, he creates.”

“My wishes before I die, to fulfill my mission on earth; The writing of my life stories to inspired present and future generations.”

“The Strugglers" He was born on a Friday. And it was raining that day. He still does not know whether the Gods were happy or sad at his arriving on earth. He saw the world. He saw sadness. He saw misery. He saw the struggle of his dad and mom. They both struggled to give a good life to their children. He started becoming serious in life. He started winning awards in academics and in quiz competitions to begin with. Then he tried essay competitions and debates. His sole aim was to win awards to make his parents feel proud of him. He wanted to become an IAS officer to make his family (uncles, aunts, cousins) feel proud of him. He came to Delhi to prepare for the Civil Services. He thought he will do a job and not be dependent on his parents, and still clear the Civil Services. It did not happen. He lost out on becoming a Civil Servant of the people. He tried a few odds jobs. He eventually became a Teacher, Poet, and Writer. His inspirations to writing - his Mom who manages to writer Poetry even now along with her struggles of life, Sylvia Plath, Maya Angelou, Franz Kafka, Roald Dahl, Jack Kerouac, Charles Bukowski, Ernest Hemingway, and all the other poets, artists, writers, and strugglers in Life.”

“Great growth comes from loneliness. You have time to develop, dwell in your own mind and go a bit mad. All great people are a bit mad. That’s good to remember. Don’t escape it. Great growth comes from time spent in foreign lands, watching foreign people with foreign cultures. It makes you forget about your own land and race and town for a while. Great growth also comes from rooting yourself into one place from time to time. Unpack your bags, get a nice bed, a book shelf, some friends. Learn to show up, keep in touch, stick around. Growth comes in all sort of forms and shapes, everywhere at all times, and it’s yours to take and consume. Do what ought to be done. Here and now, to get you somewhere — anywhere.”

“Life gives us struggles first and reward later. And as a writer my life's purpose is to write and tell stories. Some people encourage me by motivating, inspiring, and liking my work. They feel my stories make a connection to them. And some people ignore me. The people who ignore me are helping me too. They are helping me in my struggle. I will go on writing, because writing is my purpose, dream, and goal in life.”

“But I now leave my cetological System standing thus unfinished, even as the great Cathedral of Cologne was left, with the crane still standing upon the top of the uncompleted tower. For small erections may be finished by their first architects; grand ones, true ones, ever leave the copestone to posterity. God keep me from ever completing anything. This whole book is but a draught—nay, but the draught of a draught. Oh, Time, Strength, Cash, and Patience!”

“And there's my poor endeavoring human desk at which I sit so often during the day, facing south, the papers and pencils and the coffee cup with sprigs of alpine fir and a weird orchid of the heights wiltable in one day– My Beechnut gum, my tobacco pouch, dusts, pitiful pulp magazines I have to read, view south to all those snowy majesties– The waiting is long. On Starvation Ridge little sticks Are trying to grow.”

“The hours tick by as I lie in bed. Memories keep surfacing, tormenting me into unbelievable sadness. I can't bring myself to move. I can't fight the memories that keep filling my thoughts. I stay curled in the fetal position as each memory plays out. I can't stop them from coming. I can't make them go away. Nothing can distract me. I can't block the memories, so they continue to come.”