Author, Innovation expert, Thought-weaver

Take a moment to imagine a perfect world—one that requires no improvement. Difficult, right? But not just that. It’s really rather unpleasant.

As long as creativity persists in the universe, there will always be room for improvement…and those who fail to forge new tools, blaze better paths and dream ‘XL’ will neither leave a legacy nor live with life’s true pleasures.

That said, my journey as a writer isn’t terribly unique. (Thinking’s the tricky part!) I simply wish to express myself, and syntax is the tool I’ve chosen. It may have been music. It may have been clicks, but nothing compares to the love I have for language and its voltage.

There’s a beauty in both the equations of lexical clarity and poetic abstraction. One can’t compare one’s streams of thought in consciousness with dreamt lagoons. I feel that my success so far is having sense enough to float. Imagination proves the water. Words are but the boat.

Call me a contrarian, but I don’t place much importance on defining myself as a female writer—or one from a developing country. As far as I’m concerned, we’re all just human beings, and there’s only one biosphere. My gender, heritage and homeland are parts of who I am…but hardly the biggest. Philosophy has little interest in borders.

Female writers have already taken centre spotlight on the global stage, and now it’s only a matter of speaking to truths and embracing the craft. This, in itself, will inspire young women from developing nations to reach for the stars.

There I’d sit on my school-bench studying, determined to master English, and, now, I’m happy I had to choose.

We only have so much time, and the (drawn-out) development of artistic ability always amounts to a gamble. That’s the truth. It isn’t the safe or the get-rich route…but nothing compares to self-expression and anyone, with work—compassion, patience, curiosity—can come to find themselves and, too, an Earth of kindred spirits.