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Its 10.30 pm. I am listening to - Rupiya from Satyamev Jayate. I dunno I am in what mood. Its like - You need a long break and yet every time you find yourself working more intensely than earlier.

Its strange. I am trying to find for myself a Corner Place and I keep coming round to the Center Space.
Can we ever escape the net we weave for ourselves? 


poppytalk: “Strategic Planning, Step by Step” by @Rena_Tom

I want to be productive. Want to write, work, write more and read , out of the world or inside the soul kinda stuff. But  ... I am disappointing myself.


So... no... I won't leave in disappointment. I am going to commit - a story each day again. Last time when I did it, I could hardly make up ten or something stories. This time... I am going to put all my heart into it. Crossing my fingers.

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And. I want to - Follow all good stuff I read. Seriously.

Last Thing my mind juggled upon was - "... thing that is missed is : Mystery. I again need to Explore. Dive into myself and then find a secret passage to the Universe's most exciting, ordinary, unique, weird stories... stories that even live for a second but the important thing is that they have a - LIFE. " 


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And... I am going to wake up early as usual but not without wondering - Shall I or Shall I not ?
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Anonymous said…
read alot n fill ur brain with so much tht even u cant consciously recall where u learnt it from ..... n when u write a story just try to forget all that u have learned n relax, thts when ur intuition will work as it is generated from subconscious associations .... just a weird suggestion, bt giv it a try .... n do tell me if u dnt find it tht weird :)
May 30, 2012 at 1:47 PM
@ngel ~ said…
Thank you Pravesh. And could you please stop commenting as Anonymous? I have only one in my life - I want it to be Special.
May 31, 2012 at 1:21 AM
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