"A profound unmitigated loneliness is the only truth of life"
- R.K. Narayan

Wish life was like a buffet meal, where one need not stand in line, or rush for a seat; one could take what one wants and ignore the rest. Sadly though, it isn't. Turns out life's actually much closer to lunch served on the table. Not only do we need to fight for a place, we are served the stuff that we never asked for, stuff that we may not be able to digest, and we have to eat it all.. just because all the other's do!
Writing, for me, follows the pattern of a waterfall. First, the ideas float about in the mind, like wavelets playing with the beams of mind's inner light. Then the water reaches the 'eye of the fall' where it shines one last time, before beginning its descent onto restless fingers dancing on the stream of paper below. Words spring up, bringing color to the medley of thoughts, like a rainbow flashing across the cascade.