The differences we see in the world are an illusion. It’s like seeing things in a hall of mirrors in an amusement park. Everything looks warped, including ourselves. We just need to step away, to see who we are. No matter how we look, how we think, what we wear, where we live, we are connected because we are all the same story of different journeys, told from different points of view, with different interpretations.
Welcome! I’m glad you could make it.
My name is Srividya Karthik. I’m a writer, animator, storyteller, dark chocolate fanatic, and a book guardian. Someone once told me that if they wanted to torment me, they’d probably tie my hands and dog-ear books in front of my eyes. [True story :)]
I grew up in India, lived in London for many years, and I currently live in Oslo (Norway) with my husband.
When I was a child, every summer, my parents would take my brother and me to see our grandparents. The train journey, from whichever corner of the country we lived in, would take somewhere between twenty-four to thirty-six hours. So my parents, knowing what balls of energy we were, would let us choose one book each to read during the journey. By the time we got to our destination, my brother and I would finish reading our respective books and exchange it. Those journeys were so full of fun because I got to read books, meet new people, make some friends, and see the world. I almost expected my life’s journey to turn out that way because that’s how I had planned it. I was sure I had it all figured out.
As I wrote that last sentence, the present me wanted to laugh out loud, shake her head and tell the past me, ‘Had it all figured out! What were you thinking? Who do you think you are?’ There lay the problem – I had no idea who I was or what I wanted from life.
Don’t think I just got up one day and arrived at that realisation. Oh, I took my time to get there. When I got my first job in advertising I was sure that was it, the beginning of my well-planned life. I was so wrong. I tried content writing next. I did fine but something was missing. I lasted in PR for exactly one day. Oh, and I even managed properties for a while. During this time, I happened to work with some theatre groups. Acting, singing, dancing, managing props, changing sets, stage managing, lighting, sound, I did it all. Not that I had any delusions that I was an actor. But when the lights came on and the show started, it was an adrenaline rush. Story after story unfolded before me, stories of characters, stories of people bringing them to life. That’s how I discovered my passion for stories and became an animator, and then, a writer.
I love stories because they are all about journeys towards understanding and acceptance, of others and myself. That’s what I want to share in this blog: Stories of journeys, some literal, some figurative, that reveal our connections, that tell us who we are and what matters to us.
Once a week, I promise to share my stories with you. It might be about travel, life experiences, nature, issues that make me want to speak up. I’m working on a fiction book. It’s scary and exciting at the same time, and I will share more about it with you as the book grows. As I face my fears, I hope it helps you face yours.
And you know what they say about stories and journeys, right? That they are always more fun when you have good fellow travellers, companions willing to share the experience with you, because like you, they believe that we are connected by our stories.
Click on the “Follow” button and join me in this journey. Let’s share our stories. Let’s find understanding and acceptance. Let’s talk about things that bother us, things we want to change, things we want to make better. Let’s find the common threads that bring us all together.
Stories are magical things. They connect us in unimaginable ways, beyond the limitations of time and space. Stories can change the world, if you really believe in them. I know I do. Do you?