I’m losing count of the number of drafts that have collected in my folder over the last few days.
Whimsical moments, curious anecdotes, random thoughts.. I jot them down as and when they come along, serendipitously, but I do not feel like drawing them out. After what seems like ages, I do not feel the need to pour myself out on to the screen and create thick walls of words to hide my woes behind. I don’t feel the need to create in order to compensate for everything that crumbled within me.
All of them will see light in due time, but just not yet. I’m in no hurry. I am lazy and not listless. I love and am loved. All’s right with my world.
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven—
All’s right with the world!
– Robert Browning, Pippa Passes