Long blogging break. Not because of a dearth of things to say, or even a planned hiatus. Just.
I guess I haven't been online for long enough at a time for thoughts to flow. My best reflective spells, i find, are often when I'm en route somewhere. The auto rattles along too loudly for any conversation, the journey takes me across town and the thoughts dance around like so much gravel along the potholed roads.
Words, words in glittering array and nowhere to write them. And it's not so much subject ideas that can be jotted down n a notepad for future contemplation and regard; it's fully thought out, edit as i go along sentences, phrases and aphorisms, whose original perfection I know with regret will be lost to me by the time I'm anywhere close to my trusty keyboard.
Strangely enough though, the regret isn't quite as weighty as i expected it to be. The satisfaction of writing, polishing and reflecting is still there even when the exercise was only in my head. The same muscles I guess are flexed even when no typing or publishing has actually taken place. Strange, because till just now, I thought my kick was having someone read my words and react. I always thought the writing itself was painful chore to get through. Huh. Self discovery. Just when I thought I knew myself.... blogging zindabad.
In the meantime, books keep me company and provide fodder for thought. Red Carpet - short stories set in Bangalore that made me achingly nostalgic, and Shantaram - an amazing novel that showed me Bombay through a prism of startling intimacy. Super stuff, and unexpectedly so.
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