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Weird jiffies of life. Amused with tiny, plain details that come across us every day. These detail may be blind to one's conscious mind, however, it could be deep-rooted in subconscious one. Whether it's a long journey or the day to day travel, there is a possibility of alterations in your thought while you are visualizing the same old stuff. In my itinerant state, my unconscious mind tends to generate hundreds of thought, some might be a one-liner, and others could be turned into a story or blog n blah n blah. This is very typical when I am unarmed and left alone without my weapons, my thoughts serves me with royalty.
Most of the time, it overwhelms me so dreadfully that I hassle to fetch small piece of paper and pen, all over the place, giving an impression to the people that-it is the glorious moment, when one of the historical episodes finally ready to be carved, to pass it on from generation to generations. With my weapons, I sit on my seat as if a victorious moment, holding a pen in one hand and paper on another, I sat still, reconciling my previously ventured thoughts. People around me jams their eyes on my pen inquisitively.
In my bare mind, I look into a big black monstrous wall, I close my eyes to emphasize my novel notions, and there I envision the wall escalating higher and higher. Unable to write down a single alphabet, tortures me as hell. I begin to note down all the twaddle, as I proceed I covered my writings from people. Such a feeble writer I am.
Today, it struck me again, as my reoccurring nightmare. On my way to firm in a micro-van, eagerly waiting to note down my new thoughts, "Today I am going to write this down". As usual, as soon as I was in my office and ready to jot down- yes, yes and yes I am blank as vacant and empty as void. Totally impotent to dredge up the thought. I fantasized of composing such a mysterious and magnificent notion, just because of my failure of fetching up my memories right now, I have to turn up roughly with this. This is what I call-writing a Blog then Blig n Pig.
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