The end of October turned out to be a true retreat — not just for the mind, but for the soul. I had the wonderful opportunity to attend a literature festival organized by the Literary Association of North America (LANA) in Dallas, Texas.
From the moment I arrived, I felt an instant sense of belonging. Strangers would walk up, introduce themselves, and ask where I was from — and within minutes, conversations flowed like we’d known each other for years. The warmth and hospitality made it feel like home away from home.
There’s something magical about being surrounded by people who share your passion for words. Among like-minded souls, there’s no need for masks or pretensions. You simply show up as you are — and you’re accepted, appreciated, and celebrated for it.
“A word after a word after a word is power.” — Margaret Atwood
Over two days, I immersed myself in a world of writers, poets, and readers, each sharing their journeys, inspirations, and expectations from literature. The discussions were thought-provoking, touching upon not just the beauty of language but also the social and political currents that literature often stirs.
The festival featured several dynamic and eloquent speakers whose energy and authenticity made every session memorable.
I was deeply honored to be invited to recite my poem and speak about Hindi and Marathi literature — a topic close to my heart. The audience’s encouragement and appreciation reignited my creative spark and reminded me why I write.
“We read to know we are not alone.” — C.S. Lewis
The festival itself was beautifully organized. Behind the scenes, the volunteers worked tirelessly to ensure every participant felt welcomed and valued. Their dedication was visible in every detail — from smooth logistics to the personal touches that made each attendee feel special. Of course, events like this need sponsors, but it was the heart and hard work of the volunteers that truly made it shine.
Beyond the literary sessions, there were moments of joy — dance, music, and drama that brought people together in laughter and celebration. And oh, the food! Each meal was thoughtfully prepared and delicious — even now, as I think back, I can still taste those comforting flavors and relive those satisfying moments.
It wasn’t just a festival; it was an experience — one that nourished creativity, connection, and community. I came back from Dallas feeling inspired, grateful, and ready to write more.
Experiences like these remind me that literature is not just about words — it’s about connection, empathy, and shared humanity. Whether through poetry, prose, or conversation, storytelling continues to bridge cultures and generations. I came back feeling inspired, grateful, and reminded of the simple truth that creativity thrives best in community.
“Stories are the communal currency of humanity.” — Tahir Shah
~ Dawn
