My relationship with writing has always been intimate, relishing and passionate. Words pour anytime, anywhere, a rhythm is set, I delve into this world of writing. It relieves me of every emotion, detaches me from materialistic things, gives me the solutions and list is never ending.
Perhaps, this is one of the gifts, and yes they are many, showered on me by God.
That’s how writers are. Madness, you may call or ‘writers normal’, dissappearing into thoughts and in lands never known to humanity, feels like a bliss in midst of hunting games. We, writers are aliens, in the disguise of humans.
Aloof, yet together, invisible, yet existential, not there, still there, in our fantasy lands, still keenly observing you. Sounds creepy, but true.