Saturday 8 May 2010

Sincerely I have begun to doubt my ability to manipulate language. Often when I rehearse in mind the day's events and the news of a friend suddenly making headway into a reputed newspaper agency, publishing house or magazine editorial team, I sink back into an unhappy unsatiated dissatisfied doldrums from where retrieval seems impossible.Many a summer and winter have gone by but spring is that ever elusive season for which I pine in vain. At this point in time I perhaps don't know what is my direction or where I shall find an exit from this cycle of monotony and depression. Excepting for penning down my thoughts or should I say literally typing them, I have no recluse...