When I sat back, letting my feet wet, by the tiny droplets of rain percolating through the plastic roof of my balcony and thought, over a cup of hot badam milk, did I realize, the reasons that mired my literary escapades being, a religious function at my house, the technological overloading as part of an ambitious effort to put my “CAREER” an TRACK, the myriad of Sporting Actions on the television (The Premier League, Olympics and the !dea Cricket Cup), the dose of viral symptoms for this calendar served against my will to post on my blog. But most important and comprehensible reason was that I stayed away from my “Corner”.
Yeah, the 2”X6” mat at the corner of the Room, which I share with my 83 year old Grandmother, is my WORKAREA, the Place where my feelings become words, and words into a statement. This is the only place that offers me SPACE and DIMENSION to my thought and I literally mean it.
This humble piece of floor mat, is the only thing I can proudly call as ‘MINE’. A precious MINE, where I dig, smolder and Cast the deepest and multifaceted observations of mine.
Finally it comes!!! Now that you have re started keep it going....
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