To write or not to write


Wise men speak because they have something to say; fools because they have to say something-Plato

I was expecting that I would post regularly. The fear of writing on a topic that would not make any sense, if written without thought, prevented me from writing on the next. So I followed Mark Twain... If you have nothing to say, say nothing.

Then there is the fear of arguing and loosing the peace of mind as there is a  perpetual fight with the husband when I am in the mood to write. Promises made post marriage are meant to be broken but the wedding vows are taken very seriously. We shall share love, our strengths, the same food, the tastes and so shall we, the laptop!! Just when I finish my household chores (I find them tedious now) and enter the room brimming with thoughts, I find the laptop already hitched!



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