There is nothing called writer’s block. I convince my mind again.
But the moment I pick up the pen, a ruffle I hear of words scattering away. It’s not writer's block when words refuse to play along, is it?
I look out my window for the inspiration I couldn’t find in the many prompts I came across. All I see is a long road leading away from where I stand!
What are you waiting for? I ask myself. It’s not going to be easy. But you gotta start somewhere and you are standing at that somewhere! It’s never going to be easy, but you have to take that first step, I remind myself again.
A million things to write about and yet I show up with a blank paper and a pen that refuses to spill ink.
But I got to start somewhere! This blank page perhaps fails to capture the story I want to tell. But this blank page is the first chapter where I speak without speaking! And maybe you can hear too.
Tell me you hear them!
I am shattered by this inability to put my thoughts down on paper. The one power I boasted of having!
I don’t mind the clutter of musings and the clatter of thoughts. They nurture my blank paper with words I cherish.
Tomorrow again I will resume this battle with thoughts and words. And one day, I hope I will succeed.
Till then, this is it.



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