Blabbering a bit..

I am adrift, a little perturbed. It is as if I have kept something precious in a safe place and now I am unable to recall the exact location of it. There is something just beneath the surface of all the gibberish floating in my mind right now. Something scratching and struggling to be let out. There is so much that I have to say, so much that I want to say and yet nothing that I am able to say.

Maybe these words appearing on the screen which are not making any sense will magically group together and through some permutations and combinations turn into something meaningful. An insightful piece of writing. Something I would be proud of as an achievement.

But even if they don’t would these words cease to be mine? Are they not a creation of my mind (Can’t call it overactive at the moment, given the dearth of ideas I am facing) They have all taken birth in the womb of my mind though there were no birth pangs. Just because they have not turned out to be as adorable as I expected them to be, shall I abandon them? Of course not. They are mine for better or for worse.

I have an unexplainable attachment to the words appearing before me as I move my fingers on the keyboard, I somehow feel tike I am abandoning an infant even when I think of editing one of my raw pieces of writing. It is probably because the words that first begin to form on the word doc are my real feelings. They are the real me. As tactless and straightforward as I am and I would like to believe they are similarly lacking in pretence and artifice. Any additions and deletions feel like an act of hypocrisy