Arbitrary Notions

The lights went out and I was suddenly engulfed in pitch darkness. I had just sat down and was glad that I took that decision at the right time. You don’t want to be standing and waiting in the dark when there is no guarantee on how long the power would be gone.

I was in the fields, a dry barren land. As far as the eyes could see there seemed to be no sign of life. The dusty land underneath my feet was cool which was weird because the sun was shining bright overhead. The land was divided into plots by trenches. The plot I was standing on felt like it belonged to me. There were withering plants all around me. I started moving forward, careful not to crush any of the plants. 

I don’t think so. To be fair, I have not got dedicated readers for this blog as of yet so asking this question itself is stupid. I think this question is more from the ‘love-writing’ me to the ‘too-busy-to-write’ me instead of you my dear reader. So why am I telling you about the debate going inside me? Good question.

E veryone who has ever written a blog post ( or a diary entry for that matter ) has at some point in their life thought about penning down a book.  It may not be a fully fledged novel but the thought of getting published does occur in the mind from time to time.

I know it’s a little late but it’s never too late to pay your respects. To the legend, Mr.Khushwant Singh. May your soul rest in peace. L ooks like my plan to write one post per week is not going to happen. I was inactive for a little while before my last entry but I wasn’t sitting ideal. I was going through some of the personal blogs ( like this one ) and found that many of them contained a post talking about why they started writing. So, I thought I should do it too ( In simpler words, I could not think of a better topic to write on in the past couple of weeks).