This post is for self.
I want to know what I want from myself. A very harsh statement indeed for after so many years of writing I still don’t have a clue where to start from. It seems like my think tank fuel has come to a halt or I might be redirecting it elsewhere. Whatever be the case, I can concentrate on one thing at a time. Since corona time my writing career has taken a back seat. Its not that I am not writing anymore. I am. Everyday. Little by little. But I am not taking the pain to publish it. It is so fearful. Like my fingers freeze the moment I choose the publish button. Why this ambiguity? Maybe it is the fear of being judged. Of late this syndrome is taking a toll on me. People’s reaction. It was something that never bothered me earlier. I…
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