As part of my 2018 birthday (I refuse to say which one), my daughter created this space for me to write about issues and subjects I feel strongly about. Twice before today I opened this very screen and stared at it un-inspired, and somewhat shame-facedly closed the page. Why? Because my mind was blank. All the issues I feel strongly about? All the injustices in this world? All the love I have to give? Could I not write even a single word about any of these?
To put it succinctly, the only feeling I had was a total lack of inspiration. My favorite subjects, like the plight of the girl child in India, the lack of civic sense amongst us, the saffron-isation of our country, and so on and so forth, all went dry. Not a word could I write as I looked at the screen.