The Reluctant writer

“Relax!”….  was the first word that came to mind while  being flooded with ideas and excess of imagination. It is amazing how easy or difficult we can make life for ourselves. My present state of mind identifies me with many around the world equally troubled by intellectual indigestion. Knowing too much can sometimes be as bad as knowing too little. In the former case one hesitates in arranging the information while expressing it so that it may be received well by others and in the latter, the reluctance to express the little knowledge is accrued from the feeling that such ordinary information may be received as superficial and would undermine the image of the person expressing it.

In the back drop of such similar thoughts and some more, i finally decided to write. The reason is as follows:

I have been given a canvas to paint on; a life to live.

The clock is ticking on us all and to be restrained by ones self from enjoying  life would by the greatest lament of all when the energy wears out. So I shall write all the good that i feel and do all the good that i can… this is the prelude to my story.

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