I have been missing my writing. You know those moments when you do nothing and words just flow to legibly paint the canvas and define the scene you’re staring at? Or may be those written feelings, which you never thought existed till you sat down with your fountain pen and a blank piece of paper?…
‘It’s already August’, I thought two mornings ago. I was back from yet another travel and felt the slight disorientation, the usual aftermath. Transcending into a deeper reflection, I knew I was close to my time in Goa. The very prospect of it made the uneasiness in my stomach stronger. A chance I took 5…
