Good morning!
Here I am before my desktop; just after my strong cup of filter
coffee. Its taste still lingers in my mouth; while my mind grapples with thoughts
about writing the next post. Having resolved to write everyday ( it could be
just about anything that strikes my mind), I see a mixture of thoughts,
garnished with a huge question mark , that looms large all day. Writing to me
is a holistic approach of changing the way I perceive day to day events. It is quite a liberating experience and gives
me a great sense of gratification. It is one act during which I can put the
best of my repertoire to use in an unabridged fashion; it also paves way to
enhancing my vocabulary.
Nonetheless, it is all easier said than done I
must admit. To translate these set of thoughts into words and typing them out
amidst the errands that I need to run day in and day out, is quite challenging.
I may not be typing or writing all the time, there is a prelude to it though. The conceptualization that needs to go into
it sans any mundane distraction plays a pivotal role. That is the midpoint that
I have been looking for; synonymous to a soul-searching exercise. So when everything is conducive, that is I have decided to turn off the mobile
data on my android, I have put the day’s cooking to rest, et al, I can still smell
filter coffee in my mouth; there is this
certain stoppage to the free flow of thoughts and words. I tell myself, “I thought
you wanted to write more, what went wrong?” I feel am in a labyrinth trying to
wade my way out...I ask myself: “Where’s that lost connection?”
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