It’s not ennui. Maybe the lack of time.
But I know I’ve been neglecting this space. It’s not like I don’t want to write, but there are these dry spells, where nothing really inspires, and the wells of the heart dry up, and no stories emerge. I suppose the likes of this gentleman would ask me to be graceful, shut up and shut shop.
But grace was never my strength.
So instead, I will post a random song from Youtube. It’s not all that random, I happen to love it.
Stories, and words, like puppies, sometimes hide in strange corners, curling their tails up. The fun is in hunting for them and holding them and giving them a tight squeeze. Then they graciously lick your face. In some time, I’ll go hunt for them. For now, I am willing to play the game.
nehamaami 
I almost posted something like this last evening. Different reasons, but yeah, same in effect.
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Grace must be a privy of the weak.
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Stories, and words, like puppies, sometimes hide in strange corners, curling their tails up. The fun is in hunting for them and holding them and giving them a tight squeeze. Then they graciously lick your face. In some time, I’ll go hunt for them. For now, I am willing to play the game.
beautiful!
errr…you write like this when you are bored?
*sigh*
make me a lil bored too please lord 😀
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The fun is in hunting for them and holding them and giving them a tight squeeze.
You are scaring the puppies, Neha.
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“It’s not like I don’t want to write, but there are these dry spells, where nothing really inspires, and the wells of the heart dry up, and no stories emerge.”
You steal my words.
(Who am I kidding? I could never write like that!)
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I hate those dry spells… happen to me a lot actually, I’m not very regular with my blog writing, though I really want to be.
I like your writing and your stories… I visit it regularly. 🙂
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For now, I am willing to play the game.
What game?
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