a long time

Well, i had been postponing this for a while but i guess you never can really run away from certain things. Even before you begin to feel that i am about to make some scandalous confession allow me to rein in those wild horses of your imagination. No, I am not here to add some spice to your day. Contrary to what you think i am here to talk about mundane things.

The thing is that I am a writer or so I choose to think. The thing is that I am a student too; and therein lies the problem.I now have the luxury of time to pen down my thoughts whenever, BUT I DO NOT and that is a constant source of grief to me. The first promise that i make to myself every morning is that I shall do some creative writing even if for an hour. The expected happens every single day, if you would believe it. Yup, I do not add another other extra word to the atmospheres. I spend my entire day pushing down the most important task of the day under the not so essential activities and resultantly, when I go back to bed, at the end of the day, I feel small and well, wasted.

It is not that my decision is short of commitment; it just so happens that things keep cropping up through the day, or that I am relaxing after having dealt with the cropped-up things and before i know it, the day is over and it’s time to say good night to the world.

The reason why the inactivity with regards to writing is such a thorn in my flesh, is because a few months back I had been doing a lot of it. Then, something happened. I decided to take a break; go on a vacation. When i returned, I decided to extend my little siesta from the notepad to a  while longer. It carried on and soon a vacation which was supposed to last a few days had carried on to nine months. Until today, I had not written for that long. When some activity becomes so much a part of your life and you abstain from it for that long, it leaves some empty slots in your life. Unfortunately, they are a lot harder to fill then one would think. They are like black-outs. You know you were breathing at that time but just about what were you doing, you cannot figure. I am very glad I, FINALLY, picked up the pen to write. It feels wonderful! A true writer can tell!