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Bday birds

Since yesterday, I have been thinking a lot on what to write today and getting nowhere at all with it.

This is what happens when there are too many thought-worms milling about in your head. It becomes impossible to pull out just one among them and concentrate on it alone, feeding and fattening it to make it worthy of your blog page. When one tries to do that, the rest of them wriggle and wriggle and wriggle some more, disrupting thought processes and driving one crazy that one loses the already precarious hold one had on the one in hand.

Such is life.

They wriggle (it is all fun and games for them), I struggle (it is life and death for me). Well, that’s stretching things a bit too far. Let’s merely say, it is a matter of creative life or death for me. Or may be this is what creativity is about? This chaos, from which one ought to pick and choose, weave and craft, and create order, meaning and beauty.

Yes. That’s it.

So, much as a rant and rave about the pushing and shoving that happens inside my head, I welcome it. I will not be I, without it. And yet, here I am, still fretting for not getting that one thread, fit to adorn my birthday blog. Oh yes, it is my birthday today. And no, I am not going to tell you how old I am. It’s been mentioned in many a previous post. So how about making a guess?

In the mean time let me go and sleep off the heavy dinner 😉

©Shail Mohan 2016

Apologies. I had to break my all-month blogging for June midway through due to falling sick. A regrettable first for me.