Writer's Block
Yeah, I know what you will say. But there USED to be a well inside me, that I could reach into and pull out a plethora of words from. Now it seems it has dug in so deep, that my hands can't reach it anymore. Yet, I know, that deep inside me, it still exists. Waiting patiently for a crack, or a fissure, and it would explode in full fury. Like Rabindranath's tiny little hidden spring, bursting out of its silent little cave.
