Taking steps, one after the other, is what we call life. Its like that old saying “life is what happens, when you’re busy making other plans.”
That was exactly what happened with Naaz. Growing up as normal as any other child, was the theory of her childhood. Except, it wasn’t her theory of that. She took life as a rollercoaster ride. Undoubtedly, there were ups and downs in it. Everything she had with her was a gift of either of her parents. While she got this love for books from her mother, the travelling was instilled in her by her father. Music, being her own choice, it was indeed a beautiful life created. All she had ever wanted to do was to live a happy life. Until, life actually happened and showed that we work as per the ways of life, it isn’t the other way round. However, who doesn’t like challenges.
A simple theory and her entire journey was transformed. Books brought her to her foundation of writing on her own as well, when travelling gave her an instinct about how beautiful everything in this little world can be. At the age of 13, she discovered that she had it in her, that she really could be best friends with words. It was then that she made it out that words were what made her happy.
Gradually, she took it into her but not until four years later, she got obsessed with words, than being passionate about them. Years passed and growing up was tracked down as a trap until the day she ceased it to herself and walked out of her comfort zone to make the entire world her own castle.
I don’t remember at what age, but she decided to take life on her own. Right after graduation, she decided to leave the country. She decided to step forward and explore the harshest forms of the world, all by herself. She took the little money she had earned by then, by the medium of her words, flew off to the place she had always dreamt about and made a life, from the scratch. London, supposedly treated her well, for she did each and every bit of whatever she did, all alone.
All I know by what I have seen in the past two years, she worked here, day and night, earning as much as she could, living on rent earlier, writing continuously and passionately. As they say, ‘hard work pays’. So did hers. After all the efforts she had made to make a dream come true, she finished with what she had started to start another of her big dreams. The money was not her motive for writing down those words in hundreds of pages, but they bring her some good amount of it. As of it, she took what she deserved and built a shelter for herself amidst the city of London. A small house, with around three rooms on the ground floor, one on the first floor, that was supposed to be a combination of the terrace along with that little room in the corner of it. The little girl was not little anymore. She finally had a house of her own choice, built as per her own choice and now, was ready to become a single parent with the adoption to do.
Every step of her life has been a very simple one. It’s an extremely simple story however, the courage all of this had taken for my little daughter to work it all through, is what makes it a special one. Today, she is a mother to a three-month-old baby girl, whom she named Piyali.
She simply proved that sometimes, for no reasons at all, we should take a road that we are totally unfamiliar with, that we have no idea about. Sometimes, for no reasons at all, we should challenge our challenges and give life a reality check that mostly, its us who set the rules for our life and it isn’t the other way round.
Sometimes, for no reasons at all, we should stop giving reasons.
Shubhrika is an emotional person and portrays that in her words. She is a coffee lover and hence an intrigued writer.
She loves to play with words and twist them as much as she can, that is her way of writing. But mostly, she loves creating suspense in her writing. She would never let the real story come out until the last part of her writings.
Writing is her life and her heartbeat.