After a lot of thinking , on whether I can write or not, I have finally decided to scribble down a few pieces of my highly confused mind. Hoping at the end of each literary outburst, I could step up one rung on the ladder to sanity or one away from insanity. Did I say Confused mind ?
Its been a real long time since I wrote anything. The last piece was a year back, it was something about Women Empowerment for a competition. I did not present it. My confidence could not get me through it, It required courage, a phenomenal one at that.
My writing skill wasn’t always like that. I remember a very rosy period in my life, when I gained a lot of appreciation for my essays, atleast from the most important person in my life, Me. The period was my high school days. The particularly rosy period withered away, when I entered college and taught myself the trick of shutting of my brain, staring into blank space, nodding at regular intervals and struggling to keep my eyes open.
The situation only worsened after that. Shutting off seemed the mainstay of my brain. I stayed stuck to the monotony of my job and laziness crept in. They made a fatal combination. That ended all my creative pursuits. The story would have ended right there.Wonder how you got to read this…It is boredom and loneliness now. Life is pushing me to start exploring ways to kill time.
