I never planned to become someone who writes books. I didn’t wake up with a goal or a dream to publish. I just had too much inside me and no one to talk to. Writing felt like the only place where I could be honest — fully, quietly, without being judged or asked to explain.
To The One Trying was written during a very difficult part of my life. I was isolated, dealing with withdrawal, healing from surgery, and trying to stay alive without falling apart. I didn’t write it as a finished work. I wrote it as survival — one line at a time. It’s not a perfect book. It’s raw and quiet. It was made for people like me who aren’t always able to say how they feel but feel deeply anyway.
The Yellow Bird That Flies Away came later. By then, I had softened a little. It was built from silence too, but a different kind. The kind that comes after staying. After breathing. After accepting things that didn’t have clear answers. It’s a book for anyone who’s been through pain and still wants to speak softly.
These two books are not about being a poet or an author. They’re just pages where I survived something. If they reach someone else who’s been there, I’m grateful. If not, I still needed to write them.
Biswajit Gogoi 