It often happens to us when we just don't find the right word to express ourselves. Let me call it an emotional drought or, is it really an expression vacuum? From last few months I am chewing the end of my pen and scratching head as if I've got a full colony of lice in my hair (!!!!!!) but not a single word is toppling down! Heights,I should say!
Now let me explain how did it happen to me. When I started writing,it was like a continuous rhythm. Every day,something would come up in my mind and I used to take down the main points. Finally when I used to be free,I would weave it into a story or in some form of article. But suddenly, this constant stream went dry few months back. My emotions were intact,I was feeling the things just as before. Few things made me angry,few left me agitated. But this situation left me in a position where I was helpless. Expressing myself or venting out the anger was almost impossible. Simply I couldn't do it. The reason behind this was unknown,and so was the solution.Slowly,I started accepting the fact that I have to spend rest of my life with this,no way out!
Finally,it vanished all of a sudden,the same way it appeared. A small incident behind this was a powerful stimulant,I must declare. I have a little cousin whom I tell the stories of my childhood. Those stories,actually recalls were the source of my inspiration. I was out of touch with her for few weeks. When I finally managed to speak to her,she asked me about my writing,which incidents I have mentioned there recently. With a little bit of embarrassment,I told her that I am not able to write any more. She didn't take it very straight. She made a face,and sat quietly for some time. Finally when she spoke,she said,"Well,the writing can stop....but not the stories. They are still in you,aren't they? Consider yourself as a storyteller,not a writer. Then,believe me,things will be easier for you." Realization struck me........ OH,THAT'S MY PROBLEM THEN! I was busy putting myself in somebody else's shoe where I was not meant to be!!!
From that day,I stopped thinking about the literary value of my writing. Now I just concentrate on the story I am going to tell my little sister.I write for her now. And that eased everything for me. Now I can write anything I want. Sometimes,kids solve our big problems in their simple and unique way which is actually very much effective,isn't it?
