Roadblock...
Good morning good people of the world (or whichever part of the day it is). It has been a while, and as I wipe off the dust covered volumes of my blog posts (over-dramatizing as always) I cannot help but feel happy and proud at what a brilliant writer I was. Yes, 'was'. I am an over conceited, self centered realist who accepts the fact that my brilliance is a fading entity in the world of literature. I know there will be a lot of skeptisism on the liberal use of the word “brilliance”, but I choose to exercise my imagination to the furthest there. Bear with me. The road to a good story is a journey that defines itself. You begin with a few roadblocks, the traffic, you change lanes and routes, hit a few dead ends before hitting the right track. This road is the one that takes you places. The vast expansive highway, away from the crowds, the breeze in your hair as emotions and circumstances pass you by. You feel the road, the people and things that make it and build it up in