It’s indeed frozen ( there is a difference between “being Frozen” and “being Stagnant”). I have stopped writing ( there is a difference between “have stopped” and “have quit”). So, I can’t write anything( There is a difference between “can’t write anything” and “don’t want to write anything”). I am getting forgotten like an old scar. I am getting mingled into the mist of oblivion,slowly and imperceptibly. Even I can’t recognize myself.But it ain’t a tragedy. It’s an experiment. It’s solitude,it’s meditation,it’s observation,it’s celebration and it’s love . Thus,it’s beautiful.
I day-dream and I night-dream. I day-dream destructive and I night-dream constructive. I am all balanced and integrated more than before. I did everything,all these months of solitude but writing. writing hurts me. It squeezes me to bleeding. I was a writer, even professionally . But I could not continue writing. I could die but could not write. I tried overcoming, I fought tirelessly……this is this try. Lets see what comes up next.