I can’t write anymore.
My blog has been witness to several posts begun and unfinished. It is not as if I wrote brilliantly before. I was never a prolific writer. I never had a way with words that seems to be intrinsic to all fellow blog-writers. What I did have was an ability to find small incidents about my life funny. And those small incidents became my posts. Inane posts about inane incidents. It wasn’t much but at least it was never an effort to write. And now I can’t write anymore. I am at a loss for words. At a loss for things to write about. But mostly, am at a loss for laughter.
I can’t laugh anymore.
My blog has been witness to several posts begun and unfinished. It is not as if I wrote brilliantly before. I was never a prolific writer. I never had a way with words that seems to be intrinsic to all fellow blog-writers. What I did have was an ability to find small incidents about my life funny. And those small incidents became my posts. Inane posts about inane incidents. It wasn’t much but at least it was never an effort to write. And now I can’t write anymore. I am at a loss for words. At a loss for things to write about. But mostly, am at a loss for laughter.
I can’t laugh anymore.
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