The deadline is too soon.   And still I sit at my desk surrounded by books, pen and writing pads.   A cup of tepid tea is beside me.   The notes I have made in the past couple of weeks are copious.   Thoughts scribbled down as they tumbled into my fogged-filled mind remain in limbo.

Topics to ponder over?  Topics of interest?   Informative literature?  No, none of these can release me from my writer’s block.   I have spent most of the time staring into space or praying for that button of spiritual creativity to be magically (blessedly?) switched on.

Today, however, seems a little different. Sitting at my desk, I am staring out of the window as opposed to staring into space.   The morning mist and chill have lifted.   Sunshine streams in caressing me and warming the room.

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