Suddenly
something, almost unseen, less expressive but yet has got ample of power to ink
my blank pages with its color of thoughts. Realizing this creative force I endeavored
to take
out some stream of consciousness out of its restricted domain. Then the
moment came when the tip of my pen hit the page with its full touch, the ink
refused to color the page with words. It was likely to happen as there were
infinite streams flowing simultaneously at the same moment. At that point of
time I questioned myself 'Will you help me to initiate something creative?'
But
let me tell you, it's very hard to get an answer from your own self and even if
you fetch an answer, I don't feel that reply from your own mind won't be able
to satisfy to a great extent. Again I felt like going out of track as I was
busy in doing nothing.
A
feeling of absurdity was catching up my conscience as I was struggling to find
out meaning of meaninglessness.
This
strenuous exercise of mine to reflect something with the help of frozen Ink
thought me a lesson that is ' a creative piece is always a consequence of many
worthless efforts.'
-Shashank
Shekhar Shukla
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