My mind and a blank page is a great combination – not
for most of the time ! I stare into the
white - I write - or try to - and delete it all. This cycle goes on for quite
sometime till I want to wander away to
things more beautiful and attractive - to the fridge and the coffee maker!
A Writer’s Block it is called and I did not know about it
till quite recently. Now I know- I
suffer from it and I am happy to know that this condition has a name ! ( how we
have learnt to complicate things!). I bravely fight the condition and I
am determined to pour my heart out – and of course the weather is here to my
aid ! In the thick of Monsoons in Deccan India – it is green and the heavy
clouds burst its doors open to flood the entire region and engulf and torment
the low lying areas in and around Mumbai. I have moved from my study nook
downstairs to the favourite part of my home – my bedroom balcony that overlooks
the Mumbai highway and the familiar heavy vehicles that ply on it. APL and Hamburg Sud containers overhauled by
16 wheeled trucks have always fascinated me. I spot a lone cyclist on
these sprawling roads and I wonder where he is headed to.
The journey of life – where we come from and where we
are going – We all are on our way! The drizzle is getting heavier and the
pitter - patter drowns the highway noise! It is just white noise and me and my
blank page that is not so blank anymore. And as for my heart and mind I let the rain and the clouds engulf me – my
eyes are soothed as I look away from the screen, I feel the cool almost cold
air caress me . Staring at the screen beyond the etchy typing I see myself- my
reflection . I look and peruse at my almost indigo image. It is like my twin (who
I never had) staring back at me. I almost am on a verge of making a
conversation with her. I smile and she smiles back. I quite like the idea of
talking to her....................
