What to Write Now?

I am blankly thinking and trying

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It was about 7 PM IST. After completing a home task, I looked at my hands, shook them a bit, and said to myself, "I need to write something" (yes, I talk to myself).

But I don’t know at the moment what. What topic to write about? No funny incident came to my mind, nor did any good preaching.

Looks like my mind is already asking me to find a topic for him, which he would supply back to me. Good plan, and it worked.

So here I am writing right now, about nothing. About the blank mind, about what my mind thought of writing. I am writing about how my mind tricked me into finding something for him so he could help me write this article.

What went around came back crawling around.

It was an off day because of the 26th January holiday, and the day was almost done; the night was starting to reveal its dark form behind the golden sunglasses of the evening sky, and I hadn’t done anything meaningful except write another article at the other part of the day.

This happens a lot, not the sky changing colors after every few hours, but me trying to write about something and keep thinking. Then suddenly something pops into the brain, and there is my day’s good work.

No matter how badly I write, I love the fact that I wrote something. Just like the sky doesn’t care if blood is being spilled or the milk on its counterpart, the land.

And it goes on and on. There is nothing in the sky unless you look carefully. It will show traces in the form of stars.

We all keep going.