I can’t help going back in time, to the memories of a comfortably stagnant life. A life that was free from the grapple of procedures, systems and most of all a discomforting pace. You never knew how effortlessly the monotony could be broken. Be it the surprise showers pleading you to take…

In response to articles like these:

http://www.artparasites.com/why-i-choose-to-be-lonely-without-complaining/

This is a lonely person writing this. Justifying loneliness as this beautiful cocoon that releases the butterfly in you, is a good story to tell yourself. But I’m a firm believer of…

Why don’t I write any more?

An honest answer would be that I’m lazy but on digging deeper I can tell you that my laziness is evoked by the redundancy of life itself. How people around me are busy glorifying there little moments with photos they put up for the world to see. How the purpose of contemplation is totally lost…

Sometimes the desire to write is like attending to an itch but when you actually sit down to write, you lack the flow which immediately puts you down.

All the enthusiasm comes plummeting down, and turns into disgust and misery.

Writing to My Writer’s Block

Dear Writer’s Block,

It’s not you, it’s me.

I know you might have heard this cliched phrase a lot. But in no way does that affect the honesty with which I say it to you. I’m the flaw, not you. It’s my laziness that does not set you free. You stay…