LOCKDOWN MUSINGS
(I am in bed, wide awake. Talking to myself, listening to the prevailing silence, trying to be as real as I am, understanding myself. I confront a war between my thoughts) “What’s most frustrating than a poor network connection?” “When there’s a lot going on in my head, more than other days, and I am unable to pour it all out on paper. And I guess I am frustrated today, because today is one of those days when words elude me.” “Write all of it tomorrow then. You could always wait a day.” “No, you don’t understand…without writing my day is incomplete…I am incomplete. The paper is a refuge to my scattered thoughts. The pencil helps me fight all the battles of my mind. All my unanswered questions find their answers as soon as they are written in some corner of my diary. Every time I sit down to write, there’s always some person in my head, or some memory I am reliving, and writing helps me connect with that person, more than we ever did in reality. It takes me t...