OUT FROM MY HIDING
I just thought, today, that I should come out of my hiding. Almost six months... and not a single piece I have posted! Many ask me - 'Why? What happened?" I just tell them - 'Nothing. I 'consciously' chose not to write for some time... and allow myself to go through some new experiences. They say, "A writer has to write; a singer has to sing; and teacher has to teach... and so it goes." I ask myself this question: "Am I a writer?" I feel extremely happy, in fact, blissful and fulfilled, whenever I settle down to write. So, from that yardstick, I must say, that I am a writer... Whether I chose to write or not to write... inside my being there is this deep longing to write, express. Days, weeks, months - and even years - may go by... the soul of a writer would never dry out. I have so much to say, so much to share... it can only become profound, and vast. So, may the writer write... may the soul sing... may the happiness spread. I am out of my hid...