Why Muskan? Why would you need a website? Let me tell you why I invested in a developer, this domain, and hosting.
I was in 8th grade when I first wrote a story. It was the first time I had the courage to write something I imagined, overheard, and crafted for a holiday homework assignment. Three months later, I discovered that it had never even been looked at. I silently took it back from my English teacher.
I was in 10th grade when I submitted my first English poem for the school magazine. It was rejected by that same teacher.
I was in 9th grade when my Hindi teacher trusted me with my work, read through my Hindi poetry, and encouraged me to continue writing.
Today, I have exactly 8 different Google Drive folders, 1 manuscript finished in the first draft and ready to be read and edited, and others still lying unfinished. Some are planned out, some flow freely from wherever inspiration strikes.
What do I do with this mind that keeps spiraling into whole sets of stories and ideas?
It overhears conversations and creates entire worlds. It bleeds out in words and makes me swell with emotion because where do I pour these feelings and thoughts? And to whom?
Someone has to read. Someone has to be heard. Someone has to be validated with that recognition of “yeah, we think alike” or “oh, I’m not the only one who thought of that.” I want people to feel heard, seen, and like they belong. I want to give them a space through my words where we can exist even 1000 miles away, yet still be tied by the same thread of thoughts.
Hence, the website.
This is where I will pour my heart out. You are welcome to stay, linger, read, laugh, cry, smile, cringe, and share these little pieces of “micro copy” with other people. Or not.
I hope I’ve answered the question for those who wanted to know: why a website?
Because no one is going to reject my pieces here, they will stay alive in this little space of the internet I bought; a piece of land for my head and heart.