But you always have to start somewhere. So many words jumping hoops and making waves in my head. Flirting with each other. Some could make lasting impressions but most are just trying their luck. A string of words would form a sticky shape and an idea would start bubbling up. From an idea comes the flood of possibilities. Streams by streams of stringed words somersaulting simultaneously. Like flying fishes. Yes. Just like that. Sudden headache. Sudden euphoria. I am standing on the safe side of the banks, and I’m fishing. I’m fishing for a punch line. I’m fishing for a main body. And I’m fishing for the multitudes of meanings that the shortest amount of words could possibly contain. And I am continuously amazed by them. As I am not built in with a carrying basket, I let those wondrous creatures back into the realm of the nature. If I am blessed I might have been given a chance to jot them down on paper. But most times I carve them in my head. And let time take care the rest.
