<p>The romance I developed with ‘middles’ during my college days in the 1970s continues to this day. I still enjoy writing them, much like savouring a delicious Hyderabadi biryani. However, it was only after reaching retirement age that I could finally pursue my dream of writing ‘middles’. The joy of sharing my personal stories and experiences with a broader <br>audience is unparalleled, creating a sense of connection that transcends time and space.</p>.<p>My first foray into the world of ‘middles’ was a 450-word tale recounting a spine-tingling midnight encounter near a graveyard. The urge to share this experience was overpowering, and I held my breath, hoping the article would be published. The thrill I felt when a renowned English newspaper featured it was indescribable, filling me with excitement that I eagerly shared with my loved ones. Since then, my articles have appeared in multiple newspapers, allowing me to connect with readers through my stories.</p>.<p>Creating a ‘middle’ was not a straightforward task. There were moments of frustration when my mind went blank, and my train of thought vanished. I never had a natural talent for storytelling or eloquent writing, but I persevered, and that’s what mattered. At times, my stories would linger for a while before I could complete them. Writing was always a challenge, even as I improved as a writer. However, the prolific output of successful writers inspired me to keep going. Their commitment and enthusiasm were contagious, and I found comfort in knowing I wasn’t alone on this journey.</p>.<p>I also learned the immense value of feedback. Constructive criticism from editors and readers is not just a critique but a tool that helped me identify my weaknesses and improve my writing. It’s crucial to remember that rejection is not a reflection of your worth but an opportunity to learn and grow. Perseverance and hope are the cornerstones of this journey.</p>.<p>My fascination with ‘middles’ began during my pre-university days. Local newspapers and tabloids showcased the works of my college mates, and the student union prominently displayed them on the notice board. These ‘middles’ were often personal narratives, lighter pieces, or nostalgic reflections. The student union significantly promoted our work and encouraged us to contribute to the college and wall magazines. These platforms allowed us to blossom as writers and receive feedback from our peers.</p>.<p>Even if you must endure a long wait, it’s a magical moment when your article sees the light of day. There is nothing more satisfying than seeing your name in print. Sometimes, you may experience rejection, but holding on to hope is essential. As Winston Churchill once said, “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.” This quote has been a guiding light in my writing journey, reminding me that it’s not the success or failure that defines us but our courage to keep writing, improving, and sharing our stories.</p>
<p>The romance I developed with ‘middles’ during my college days in the 1970s continues to this day. I still enjoy writing them, much like savouring a delicious Hyderabadi biryani. However, it was only after reaching retirement age that I could finally pursue my dream of writing ‘middles’. The joy of sharing my personal stories and experiences with a broader <br>audience is unparalleled, creating a sense of connection that transcends time and space.</p>.<p>My first foray into the world of ‘middles’ was a 450-word tale recounting a spine-tingling midnight encounter near a graveyard. The urge to share this experience was overpowering, and I held my breath, hoping the article would be published. The thrill I felt when a renowned English newspaper featured it was indescribable, filling me with excitement that I eagerly shared with my loved ones. Since then, my articles have appeared in multiple newspapers, allowing me to connect with readers through my stories.</p>.<p>Creating a ‘middle’ was not a straightforward task. There were moments of frustration when my mind went blank, and my train of thought vanished. I never had a natural talent for storytelling or eloquent writing, but I persevered, and that’s what mattered. At times, my stories would linger for a while before I could complete them. Writing was always a challenge, even as I improved as a writer. However, the prolific output of successful writers inspired me to keep going. Their commitment and enthusiasm were contagious, and I found comfort in knowing I wasn’t alone on this journey.</p>.<p>I also learned the immense value of feedback. Constructive criticism from editors and readers is not just a critique but a tool that helped me identify my weaknesses and improve my writing. It’s crucial to remember that rejection is not a reflection of your worth but an opportunity to learn and grow. Perseverance and hope are the cornerstones of this journey.</p>.<p>My fascination with ‘middles’ began during my pre-university days. Local newspapers and tabloids showcased the works of my college mates, and the student union prominently displayed them on the notice board. These ‘middles’ were often personal narratives, lighter pieces, or nostalgic reflections. The student union significantly promoted our work and encouraged us to contribute to the college and wall magazines. These platforms allowed us to blossom as writers and receive feedback from our peers.</p>.<p>Even if you must endure a long wait, it’s a magical moment when your article sees the light of day. There is nothing more satisfying than seeing your name in print. Sometimes, you may experience rejection, but holding on to hope is essential. As Winston Churchill once said, “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.” This quote has been a guiding light in my writing journey, reminding me that it’s not the success or failure that defines us but our courage to keep writing, improving, and sharing our stories.</p>
