15th January, ’17

2:00 AM

I’m struggling with a writer block for last seven days. Words and thoughts are just getting juxtaposed with each other creating a mess and increasing, in consequence, my suffering for not-writing. I was skimming through my old manuscripts which are assembled in a folder name “Store” when I came upon an old manuscript. The language was childish and the grammar was erroneous on the first page–as I read it absent-mindedly. An inner voice beckoned me to pick it up and read the full incomplete manuscript. So, I should go now and read my first attempt to write s’thing big…

From the Author’s Desk…

28th November 2014

After sitting for prolonged hours in front of the mirror and talking with my reflection most of the times; after taking lots of walks around the city; after emptying lots of cigarette pack I got the starting point of my story. But the hardships don’t end here.

Another round of aforesaid actions has gone to arrange the scattered and wandering memoirs and ideas.

I don’t know how to write memoirs but know how to write. So, if sometimes the fable becomes sluggish, which will happen at some points, forgive me because capturing time through writing is not always exciting and of the first pace.

I am going to stop now. And will let you delve in the Fable of Time.

Cont’d

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