Inspiration

Finally, after producing crap for seven months, I am inspired to write again. I cannot guarantee quality writing over here because the strange nature of my job of cleaning up shit has perhaps made me intolerant to good writing; worse of all, I have lost the ability to distinguish my own good from my bad.

When I start my writing with "...I am writing again...", I know I have already crossed the edge of good writing and fallen in a pit of shit. But I have to write something before my body starts producing maggots.

While going through some files on my laptop I realized I had written a story about a girl who turns into a colour blind butterfly. I cannot remember writing the article - okay, for the uninitiated, I usually remember the moments in which I write my articles because these articles are usually produced when my mind is jamming up with a complex matrix of thoughts or there is a vacuum out there. Sometimes certain memories are so chaotic and stressful that my brain automatically pushes them to the unconscious part. In short, they are wiped out of my memory. Now this butterfly-girl story looked like a harmless piece of shit. But considering the fact that I cannot recollect the moment when I was writing it, it worries me because I must have been in a filthy state of mind while writing it.

Today I started writing after going through Anjali didi's blog - she was the one who inspired and gave direction to this otherwise unguided missile. This post is an ode to that inspiration.