I have not written anything for almost a week. May be more. Not due to the fact that I did not have much to type in but merely due to the fact that the inspiration be lacking. Puking for 5 days in a row makes one such. I presume that I would have puked my inspiration and the desire to express myself out of my system. This could be a cause for the best, or for the worse, whatever be it, I am sure many would have welcomed the silence on my part as a pleasant greeting from the “filthy mind”.
Anyhow having attended the writer’s workshop at the British Council it occurred to me that silence of mine was one step towards another writer’s block. A devastating syndrome I seem to suffer in between certain periods. Hence this entry, just as an indication that I am still alive, and one of these days, I might actually type in something that be worthy of being read.