Something I once gave up but returned to

I began writing throughout my plus two days. It's tough to remember my first poem, but the first one that was published in Praja Sakthi, a Telugu daily, occurred while I was studying for my degree. Happiness knows no bounds, which motivates me to write more in succession. 

 Many of my early essays and stories were published in the magazine "Kathanjali," which was published from Chennai but is in Telugu.

 Unfortunately, the monthly journal was discontinued following the death of its publisher/editor, Sri Raghavachary. I should be grateful to the gentleman for encouraging me as an aspiring writer. 

My writing has taken a back seat since I got married. I should clarify that the key causes are a focus on employment and additional businesses undertaken to supplement income. 

 Both made me a practical person rather than a dreamer. Writing requires imagination, as well as interaction with others who share your interests. There was no internet available there. Those days were completely different.

 I had a strong desire to write, but my idleness kept me from making any headway with my pen. What immediate benefit will I derive from devoting time to that? My thoughts were such. In reality, I stopped writing for over ten years.

It's very interesting how I came back to writing articles and other creative pieces. A friend suggested that I translate an English novella into Telugu. That novella was also my favorite one, and I started translating.

 By the way, that translation work has been sold in a good number and has made me popular among the readers of the Telugu language. That's how I got returned into writing habit. Writing can never be a profession in our country, with a few notable exceptions.

--- Murthy Kvvs

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