Where to Now?

The clock on the wall is on most days just a mute witness to the goings-on in my room. It does its job, its two hands moving quietly in the background, as I bang away on my laptop or sit in front of the laptop screen and stare at it or flit from one virtual…

Picking Up the Threads

Today, I woke up feeling like a warrior. As if I could and should slay everything that holds me back from writing – my moods, lethargy, boredom, and my worst enemy – procrastination. If I gave the impression that I was going to indulge in violence, let me assure you that I’m a peace-loving creature,…

Books to read and some herbal chai

December is a month of waking up, of taking stock, of being startled into action by unfinished business, and of silent promises, and vows to do better, rectify and start anew. This morning, I woke up to the realisation that I had distanced myself from my blogs for a period long enough for me to…

How the day bloomed

There are days when you wake up on the wrong side of your bed or sit up and stretch, expecting the life force to surge inside your body, in vain, and walk limply to freshen up, hoping that the blues vanish, as the day passes. At six in the morning, the day was holding itself…

Butt to the seat

I don’t remember who said this but I couldn’t agree more. It goes something like: I don’t like writing but I love having written. I am a dawdler when it comes to putting down words. I really want to and nothing gives me greater joy than completing a short story, writing a poem or a…