This morning I received the appreciative comment, “Lovely Writing”, for the small pieces I wrote on a couple of current issues yesterday.

In a flash the entire state of my mind, as of yesterday, stood before me like a synopsis having a number of blank spaces highlighted in Magenta.

But I could clearly see the contents of those blank spaces as I vividly remember the sequences of how I started the day and what followed sequentially.

I must admit I started the day with a confusing state of mind which pulled me into a corner to find if I could branch out a bit from the compulsion of sitting at my desk, picking up topics and penning my thoughts on those.

I hesitated initially because I had nothing else to do. No domestic compulsion, no prior appointment with friends who are still busy with their semester exams; no urge to venture out in the scorching sun.

I thought I must finish my task at hand as fast as possible, writing impromptu and without looking at it the second time before bowing to the inner urge to try something new even if it’s a bit scary to me.

I thought so in order to push past the confusion and the current obstacle.

Even as I was busy filling the pages, something held my thoughts frequently. I could hear an indistinct voice saying, “not a lot will get done today, so cut your losses and go have fun, meet friends at any of your favourite places”. But I continued writing.

It took me about a couple of hours to complete the writing. Now only formatting and typing was left. My cell phone rings. Did I hear it right!  It was Simran on the other side. My classmate of ten years! She has just arrived from Spain where she’s residing with parents and pursuing a course on English Honours.

As I gleefully agreed to spend the day with her, I looked at my papers and heaved a sigh of relief. At least I won’t default to send my today’s task to its destination even if I rush to meet her at her place.

As my dad was driving me to Simran’s place, I sat relaxed with the new thoughts as they kept filling my mind, ‘good that I didn’t allow the urge to change my routine and to derail my train. Right now it may not be the glory-bound destination but by maintaining the schedule will certainly get me to the next station on time, while the contrary would lead to the point of giving-up.

That would be something I’d never forget, but then so would success!