Seems like an eon since I last wrote anything. Perhaps it’s because I got the wind of my own writing which, now, appears to be disparagingly unstructured. I started reading The Mind of Q by a local writer Khadija Khan, and that’s when the erratic composition and spasmodic burst of my own words hit me. To my utter dismay, I haven’t felt like writing since then. Frankly speaking, this very entry is somewhat a forced one. And, since my mind cannot entertain the flow of words right now, these scrapes of words come to an end.
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