There came a time in my life after I was 45. I had to choose a different career as the other one on my dad's business ended with a lot of pain. I saw an ad in the paper that said "Why not be a Writer?" I decided I too will be one and enrolled at The Writers Bureau of London.They taught me the basics of writing and publishing from sentence structure onwards. Soon I started writing publishable material and proudly sent them to many publishers. And then came the rejection slips. They were plenty. Until one day, our local paper bought one of my articles for Rs500 (10$!) I could not believe it when I received the check in the mail. I kept looking at it for days without even depositing the check in the bank. I even showed my check to my ailing dad in bed who wondered "why the hell is this chap so happy?"
Today I am 60 and I write and publish everywhere. My dad is no more. That first payment was the most glorious moment of my writing career!
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