At times, even with the fertile mind to write, a cultivation of writing is narrowly possible in a place where the network receptivity is eccentrically sterile. At such circumstances, to keep that same wick of thirst constantly burning is undeniably grueling.
I had a basketful of wish lists to accomplish at home before I returned from my studies. But my place of posting has painfully strangulated all those sprouts of my plans. Some limbs of the dreams had to be either removed or made to wither and shrink of its own, while a large part of it had to horribly sustain with the hailstorm of incessant miscarriages and failures.
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Most agonizingly, that momentum of keeping in touch with my colleagues, students, kith and kin, fellow bloggers in and around the world and some close readers, dissolved without a trace. A friend of mine has humorously inboxed me, “Which part of the world are you in?” Another wrote, “The Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg has warned to remove those dormant accounts. You are in the list”.
This seems funny but if truth be told, I was strangely forced to hibernate inside the cocoon of dormancy. The feelings I engrave and the sentiments I endure, which are generally expressed in the form of words could not be shared and communicated due to the sterile technological exit ticket- the internet. No matter how more I wish and think positive, that same amount of frustrations engulf me. When the flames of my passion gets blown-off, though forcefully, that’s the time, when I don’t attempt to fuel it or regrow it, ultimately distancing from my social rings. That’s the time when I feel that when I found my home, I have lost the world.
“Keeping in touch with the people that matter is important” – G Eazy