The Appointment!

Why are you downcast,O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. Psalm 42-11

It's been one long month that I haven't thought anything to pen down. How does that feel for someone who is called to do so? A lazy workman? Or an unfaithful being? Or a reluctant sloth? Every day I wake up to an annoying alarm ringing in my ears. I plan the busy schedule and set out for the daily business. And then come back, stare at the ceiling, connecting dots when I shut my eyes and the day ends. Every day, the same, feeling nothing inside, except empty. One fine day I realized that I had stopped reacting to situations, even to the complex ones. May it be gloomy or happy,I just stopped. Writers feel numb sometimes. It makes me feel so inconvenient that I knew not what to write. There may be these two cases that I think I have observed. It might me that, I have many things on my mind that I can't put down anything or, this case that I have absolutely nothing, except the fading background. The way I get experienced is way too unusual. Being exposed to the smoke of the traffic, books, cultures, colors, literature, nature, food, and the gravity of the big planet, drives me to the desk I long to sit at. And pull out the big blue diary to pour out the anxiety, frustration, delight, humor, praise, huh, what not. At the end of the day, the flavors combine to form a tinge of essence which helps me find the purpose of life to know exactly what it really means. I have learned that I'd be stable when I write at least two lines of praise on my daily basis. Maybe, that's my appointment to pour it all out. It might be dramatic but it's true that writers need solace, rather I wish to say, writing is the solace. At least for me. :)