Back to Basics
Took me years of agony, persistent mental conflict, and a feeling of loss because I was not able to write anything. Writing for me was becoming a part of my identity when the storm started so it was like an identity crisis. I kept reasoning it with a mental block, scarcity of time and then graduated to scarcity of intention but nothing really resonated. Perhaps, I wasn't doing the diagnosis right. All this while I was looking for the root cause of me not being able to write, in all the wrong places. In my head, I was yearning for a perfect space in the physical and psychological realms but I was taken aback when very recently I discovered what that space actually looks like. Let me take you along as I comprehend the reflection of my thoughts in words. Once upon a time: Let's start with a little history, one fine day around 17 years back I started my writing journey just like this, by writing a blog. The newly discovered fling for blogging developed into a hobby and soon after ...