The crashing thunderous sounds of the midnight storm had managed to penetrate into my mind’s subconscious stratum. I was beginning to be thrilled within the dream, only this time, the lightning reverberated louder than before and the eyes opened themselves without any warning. Outside my window, it was raining heavily. Every time the lightning struck, for a tenth of a second, everything became as bright as the sun could’ve made it if it were the day time. That night was the first time I picked up a pen and wrote.
Wow! Sounds like a gloomy start. But it was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life… so I call it bingo! Later I came to know, I write with all my heart when I am under the influence of… fresh air. Er. Yes. I like fresh air. The kind that swifts some time before it’s going to rain, or the kind that you feel while atop a mountain, also the kind that makes you want to pose like Rose and Jack from Titanic. Oh, the pleasure! Basically, I love wind. Don’t give me stares. Gee.
I wish I didn’t have an on again off again kind of relationship with this blog. I really hope things get better between us. The truth is, it’s my fault. It’s me who keeps hopping around the world, forgetting all about the dear blog for longer periods. I am gonna change that. Yes.
Thank you for stalking me! I love you too! Don’t forget to drop a hello!