Written By: Devangini Mahapatra Chauhan (My Writer Story)
A writer’s soul knows no bounds. That is the crux of my story. I began writing at the age of seven. How? Don’t ask me. It came as naturally as eating, sleeping, breathing and ducking homework. My parents would tour the length and breadth of Orissa, in search of that next turnkey project for their budding interior decoration business. And I would get to know each port of duty in my own unique way: by the smell of the paper napkins that came with the meals.
I would collect these paper
napkins by the dozen, sit patiently while my sister would divide each into four
squares; and then run downstairs to the receptionists’ to have the entire bunch
neatly stapled into a book of sorts. Then, I would find a quiet spot in the
garden of the said guest house. I would station myself below a large, shady
tree. And write.
I wrote about cat and mouse
games. I wrote about jungles. I wrote about homes and their owners. I wrote
poems on Autumn and Spring. A teacher at school once accidentally found a poem
buried in the deep recesses of my notebook. I was asked to recite it at the
Assembly the next day. A writer is a reluctant advertiser, and I was ill at
ease throughout the exercise. But the encouragement remained in my heart and
mind. My parents whole heartedly took up the case and signed me up for a
creative writing course once I was done with high school. After that, there was
no looking back. Articles in newspapers, magazines and writing assignments soon
followed. As did the struggle.
Even after an MBA degree, I knew there
was only one thing I could do: write. I struggled with a deep pain from not
recording ideas that would visit me while I lay down to sleep; I struggled with
cobwebs that mental blocks inevitably brought; I struggled with low key, low
paying writing jobs that would not accord me even a byline once published; I
struggled with the vagabond life that an Army wife faces; I struggled with low
confidence and self-doubt. I struggled with it all.
And today, as I stand on the
balcony, looking at the night sky, knowing in my heart that I did the right
thing by following my heart – I can say that I have finally succumbed to the
magical world of doing what one really wants to do. And what I felt was right
for me. And what I thought was a journey I could not avoid…and all.
That’s how the name struck me.
The words that I concocted into sentences would leave much to my imagination
and I realised that the sky really was the limit. So why not have it all? “And
All”, my publishing and media house was thus born.
On the 12th of October
this year, I release my first book, Speed Breakers, and launch my first online
magazine fashioned as a think tank: Studio And All. The official Facebook page
for the book ended up with a 100 likes within eight hours of its conception – 8
Hours. In all of this, I have also found a platform from where I am beginning
to garner outside interest. Content related projects are slowly trickling in. I
have found a way to contribute to issues, to contribute to workforces, to
solutions, to ideas…and all.
And that, my friends, is only the
beginning. The beginning of a long awaited, and much delayed journey. A journey
that I am eager to relish. A journey where I am tasting those raindrops,
falling on me like blessings, drenching my soul in happiness and satisfaction.

Devangini Mahapatra Chauhan has been in the business of writing for the past 12 years. From corporate to academic content, from copy writing to editing, from articles to her first book: she has done it all.
Her
experience and expertise helped her set up her own media and publishing house,
And All.
A
creative writing course from The Writer’s Bureau, Manchester (UK), was a bend
in the road for this MBA graduate, and she eventually succumbed to the calling
that had been with her since her childhood.
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