It is a cloudy afternoon ; I left the balcony with my tea-cup as frequent sound of thunder and lightning drove me to enter inside the room. or better to say, into my inner-space with back gear to memory lane..... .but with whom to share ? This generation is busy with the I-phone ;don't like to hear stories from previous generation.
Internet opens the broad heart and unlimited empty space and freedom to drive with /or without 'driving license'; sometimes I become worried to think that destiny of literature may plunge /or plummet in near future into some prairie land , [if not to desert]. where abundant grass will grow to feed the herbivores.
Democracy in literature!.......and 'feminine' in gender and nature : 'for. the women , by the women ,of the women '.. Recently field of literature is mushroomed mostly with lots of culinary books. and memoirs; and golden passport for plagiarism...
Lots of projects in my head gasping ; perhaps they jammed the traffic near signal ;
but why am I feeling empty? As if nothing to do ! let me wait for the signal light ....
...Some '"once upon a time vibrant characters'" from my old unfinished fiction are lying on the floor ,uncared ; I threw a cryptic glance to them;.... hope they are not dead , only in deep slumber !
Or let me think to. start with something new and fresh .
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