My teacher…

There is nothing so beautiful as a clear blue sky, or one with even a few cirrus clouds, I feel. It is so calm, picture perfect that one can stare at it forever! My mind wavers a lot, I mean, whose doesn’t? I find myself chained by gloom, non-clarity etc so often I don’t know what to do. Except perhaps, to write. The sky is my muse then, to pop back into being me. Into the writer who doesn’t give up on himself, on coming through any adversities..


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