After so many dusks and dawns, I sat in my couch, calm and composed... Unrestrained by mind and even unresolved I commence writing something, then the thirst and hunger of paper pacified and were quenched. Then came my emotion... Gushing, spouting, spreading, spurting and gliding into my being and whispered... in a tone; oh so pure and melodious like a nightingale singing in a dark night I knew and know you can't stop writing.
