A couple of diary-like entries I wrote about six months ago.
25th August 2005
Written on the night train to Coimbatore
And so it begins.
A journey speeding into the night. A familiar route, an unfamiliar journey.
I look out of the window and see a swathe of stars. A bit of sky is visible through the window, and of it, only a small swathe is cloudless. The stars shine brightly, seemingly mocking me, for it is such an unfamiliar sky. I cannot name one single object in the bit of sky I can see. Normally, I would be able to point out a planet, or a constellation, or even the odd star. But this time, I’m stumped. I am very disconcerted by the unfamiliar sky. It all adds up, lending more and more to the atmosphere around me.
The past few weeks have been woolly. Very woolly. I have written nothing – not even a two line blog post, and feel both stifled as well as blocked. I seem to have a lot of things to say, yet, nothing to say. I have been talking to others, but myself mostly, about this, and trying to break this drought. I have been unable to do so, and this rambling is perhaps the first concrete step towards breaking free.