Just thought of dropping by, after the yearly monsoon clouds passed its way through my city.
After my arrival in Pune, my keyboard has been spinning those morbid tales at work. Some metrics, some dashboards and so much more ... I can’t even remember all. The more it takes a toll on my creative life, the more I get fluttered at the thought that I will have to write again.
Coupled with that some of my friends have stopped writing too ... how I wish they kept creating those subtle images of life. Today, I visited those friends who continue to write ... the creative ones ... who have continued to spin their words on web.
I don’t make promises, since I can’t break them. A day may come when I get the material to start writing again. But then such a day seems distant.
Don’t lose heart, and why would you lose it? An idle mind has stopped blabbering is no big deal. Good for the world as a whole, a devil’s workshop is better off being closed.
But the devil in me refuses to die ... may be some darkness will beckon again.