There shall truly be no more writing for me, from today!
No more days and weeks of having to go through the birth pangs of the words, phrases, sentences, paragraphs and of the pages! No more errors and corrections. No more going back on one of my old written pieces and feel the feeling of “I could have done better here”...
No more killing of myself! No more feeling proud of my gift and no more becoming one with the nature and with my characters…
There shall be no more writing for me!
I had constructed a steel enforced cage around my heart!
I had displayed the "No Entry" board to the soft feelings like kindness, love, the helping tendency, joy and happiness!
I had plugged in the gaps all through my home, through which the puff of air may enter with a broad smile on its face, and may ask me to write about its coolness, the hot winds, the typhoons, the storms, the zephyr and the tsunami!
I had closed my world to the Sun and his spectacular spectacles!
I had resolved that I won't get weakened on seeing His face and would start immediately writing on him; I won't write on the pleasantness of his morning rays, on the warmth of the winter afternoons and the reddish orange of the beautiful evenings!
No, I wouldn't write anymore on anything!
I had locked my heart to the trees, plants, leaves, the buds and the flowers so that I won't be tempted to start writing about them!
I had stopped the entry of the birds, the animals, the jungles and the forests into my loving nature! No more of being soft and sweet, nice and easy, happy and getting inspired by all things of the Mother Nature!
No more writing for me strictly, I mean it!
I had ruthlessly closed my eyes to the cool and the colorful oceans, the hot and the landscaped deserts, the mighty and the challenging mountains!
No more of wasting my love on all these things and definitely no more writing for me!
While I was writing this, I had heard the honeyed voice of a small bird, the voice soft and sweet, mellowed and mixed with the longing for some one, trying not to show off the longing ness, but still highly visible, if you could feel one with the voice!
I went out looking for the bird…
I had felt the cool and the soft breeze on my body and the heart, looked at the merry dancing of the sun light all across the trees, had breathed in on the intoxicating smell of the flowers and of the earth… so cool and so mild, so refreshing and so enthralling, so lively and so full of happiness…
I knew I am hooked again!
I have to write about this…about this invisible bird, the wonderful feeling of the breeze, the spectacular warmth of the sunshine, of the shinning leaves and of the beautiful flowers…
Of course, no more writing for me, that is, no more writing for me from tomorrow! I had promised to myself!
