यह वोह मंजिल तो नहीं

Writing from scratch can be like thrusting a fist inside your yawning mouth, fingers probing painfully and trying to find that one deep throbbing true spot in the jumble of guts. There is always that temptation to cheat, to settle on a false bottom and to build its legitimacy on a palace of words; which is where I am still stuck now. Hope I have to courage to go more distant than that.