It has been 1 year and 7 months since I left my home to travel for one year. Yes, I was supposed to be away for one year but then things happened and I decided to extend my travels with one more year.
So, what do you do when you suddenly get a bonus year, a whole year, another year to do whatever I want. The sort of opportunity that might never come back. I didn’t have to give it much of a thought because I sort of already knew.
Twenty years ago a had a vision of me, in Italy, sitting on a porch with a view over a river while writing a book.
It turned out that the vision was partly true. Italy, in reality, turned out to be India, the porch is a balcony and the river is the Ganges.
For the past four months, I have stayed put in Rishikesh writing a book. Yes, I have to pinch myself from time to time because it still feels like a dream even though the amount of words I have written indicates that there actually will be a book of some sort. Just like the rest of this journey, it feels exciting and scary. But mostly exciting. And just tiny little bit scary.
Less scary now than the first time I actually said it to someone else. I was at the chai stall with a group of people I had just met and one of them asked me what I was doing in Rishikesh. Yoga? No, I said, I am writing a book. Now it looks like I have really written a book. And I have to pinch myself.
The hard thing has been to stay focused. Focused on writing and not thinking about everything else that is not relevant at this point but feels important to other people, so they bombard me these questions and assertions. Do you have a publisher, what is the title, the cover is very important, have you identified the audience, are you a writer. No, don’t know, I guess, no, how do you define a writer. Does it mean my book is doomed because I haven’t thought about all those and other issues one might wonder?
Lucky me, I have a friend back home who is wise and whom I listen to. Ny is her name. She tells me not to bother about all that. She tells me to keep on writing. So I continue to write. She says there is a time for everything. I know she is right. Although it is interesting to observe peoples reactions.
Yesterday I met a young German woman. She asked me all those questions and many more and I felt as if I was on trial. Apparently, she is a writer working with German and international tv, writing scripts, doing this and that and then she asked me the ultimate question.
– Are you famous?
– Nooo ……..
– You have to be famous if you want the book to sell. If you are not famous you really need to do something that will make you famous before you publish the book.
Luckily, I know I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do, and since I am not driven by success or fame, her opinion has little value to me.
Don’t mess with a writer. She might put you in a book and kill you.
Anyway, since I’m busy writing a book, I don’t post much here. But I do continue to post my photos and short texts on Instagram and on my Facebook page. So if you want to stay tuned with my life in India please feel free to follow me there.
I have now been in India for 4 months and have 8 more to go. A lot of fun and interesting stuff is awaiting. I’m going to do at least two more rounds to Nepal, I’m going on a motorbike tour to the worlds highest pass in the Himalayas, my birthday is up in august, in October I’m going to the southern parts of India and much more. Come, join me on my journey!
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