Sea...

I lived by the sea....
I miss it's vastness; it's unending expanse of water, in the distance, touching the horizon. That is where we drew the sun, everytime we drew a picture. Rising or setting, that is where it always was.
I now live by the river.....
It is unending too, albeit only along it's linearity. But along it's transverse-ity, it ends somewhere. Somewhere, where buildings rise. And where sometimes, buildings set. And in the far distance, bridges span; to reach out, to far-away land and bring it near.
The water is a little different too. It used to be greyish-blue in my sea, it is a brilliant blue in my river. It still dances and sways; frolics and laughs. It squeals and gushes, in waves and in sprays.
And I look at it everyday and think of the sea, that has followed me.
Across seven other seas, to live with me, here in my river.

And she's back.....

".....It's been almost half a year that I ve written on this blog. Let's just say life happened. Now that things are gradually settling down, I am going to try to get back...."

This was my draft post dated May 29th, 2008 which I never got to completing. Writer's block? Not really. More like the writer got blocked by everything else in life.
Some things took priority over others; what used to be a regular occurence before, took a backseat. New loves, new homes, new passions and newer avenues to explore. Some old things got left behind; going back to which, does'nt make sense anymore. Some others however, helplessly plead a re-turn.
There are too many updates of what happened in life since the last post on this blog. More races, more work, more friends, more socialising, more love, more travel, more study and a lot of growing up....The glass is more full than empty and that's how I ve come to like it now. Not enough time anymore to do a lot of things that I would like to, but that's when the '25th hour' will come in. 'Look for the 25th hour in the day' was an adage taught by an old professor; which now seems to gain importance more than ever before.
The city still buzzes and so do I, with it. Partly to blame for my incessant busy-ness. Together, we dance the time away. Still very much in love with each other as we were, even before I moved here and this became home. Still not seen enough of it, dont know when I ll be able to say I have. But who's complaining? There's a lifetime to explore!
To surmise; blocking a writer is wrong and I will try to not let that happen anymore. It's time to stop and as Mr. Davies' appeals; stand and stare. There's inspiration everywhere.
To look around and find that one moment, when life can let me breathe.....let me write....let me do, what I ve always loved doing.....speak through my prose.
Maybe just sometimes, some rare times albeit, life and the city can wait!