Before I start putting together the words, which would make this the so called first ever post after a long break (I had posted last on January 13, 2021), I wish to take it forward from where I had left… The title of that blog post was – A Humble Note.
Honestly speaking...
I miss my writing too.
I don't write
till I feel like writing.
I don't read till
I feel like reading.
The numbers of
books keep swelling in my library.
The stock of my
stationary keeps mounting.
But when will I
write next and what am I writing next seem like permanent questions.
Someday I might
seriously try seeking answers or answering the many questions of others.
Till then, on a
humble note... I shall take your leave till I write to you next.
Therefore, I think I should now once again grow active
on the blogging front. I can’t be lazy any further. I can’t be careless any
further. If you look at the situation around us, we are all paying a heavy
price for being lethargic; for not caring to care about basic safety; for not
being what we should be during a global crisis. Have I already started sounding
preachy? Then that is not me. I am not a preacher. I am not a promoter. I am an
observant. I am a writer. Or I would rather want to call myself and be known as
An Observant Writer.
So, as the title of this post suggests, we are
experiencing just another summer. How is this summer? It isn’t warm. Summers
aren’t warm. Summers are hot. But this season of summer is growing hot for all
the wrong reasons as well. If I start listing the wrongs, I might get nothing
right. Ironically I have too little to list in the category of being reasonably
right. But once again who am I to categorize anything as right or wrong. Let
time decide what is right, what is wrong, what is advisable, what is
inadvisable.
On a personal front, I enjoy a sugar and salt kind of
a relationship with every summer. The heat leaves me exhausted. But the clarity
of the skies excites me. The rising temperatures leaves me sweating profusely.
But the idea of stepping into my home, switching on the fan and surrendering to
airy waves definitely is indisputably a pleasure of its own kind.
If I had been a poet, I would have write about this
summer in a manner such as:
Just another
summer
To look up to the
window
Which has
remained closed
In my
neighborhood for years
But I remember
The memories
which were created
In there
From childhood to
my adolescence
And to my adulthood
No matter how
many summers
Came my way
But every new
year of summer
Will fly away
being a memory
Of nothing less
Nothing more than
Just another
summer
And as we gear up to experience just another summer, I
restart with this post of mine.
And if you really wish to know WHAT AM I WRITING NEXT?
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