The world looks so beautiful and crystal clear in this rain. Not even the angry roar of a thunder can disturb its beauty and I have, as usual, fallen in love with nature again. Then, how can I write? After all, sorrow is the inspiration for great writing. Isn't it? As Shelley said (or wrote), "Our sweetest songs are those that tell of our saddest thought."
No.I'm not asking for sorrow and I don't hanker to write great literature. I just want to write what I feel, and connect with emotionally.
May be that's why I'm unable to spin out reams of articles.I don't know.
No.I'm not asking for sorrow and I don't hanker to write great literature. I just want to write what I feel, and connect with emotionally.
May be that's why I'm unable to spin out reams of articles.I don't know.
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