There was no hurry or worry after a tedious back breaking month. There was nothing pending at my work place. And, as far as my home front was concerned there wasn't any laundry mocking. Mocking to be tended nor there was any superficial household chore to curb my spirits any more. Realising well that ,that break, that leisure was not ever lasting but was like a miniature refreshing afternoon nap. Realising well that in a week there was going to be another U-TURN and I won't find easily any nap or gap to give vent to my heartbeats by jotting down something , by removing my creative Pen's cap. My mind was blank as if my writer's instinct was in a famine In the writer's soul there was a complete void or in terms of science there was a giant black hole. There was neither motivation nor imagination, there was no hint or clue from where to begin, there were no flowers or petals to make a garland, There were no beads to create a string. It was then when one of my dearest...