Constipation of thoughts!
Yes, I call it a constipation of thoughts. People call it writer’s block. It’s like you frequent the loo but in vain same is here. It must be the 50th time I picked up paper and pen but nothing is coming forth. As always the idea is there but don’t know how to put it down.
Some wise person said, perhaps Paulo Coelho said so:
Endings are always difficult than beginnings
But in that case it is the beginning that is not forming. I want to write… all that is on my mind. All that is bothering me or making me excited.
Well, I should leave because there is this urge to try once more so I am going to grab my paper and pen once again. Let’s hope the haze covering my mind subsides.