Three and a half years back, when my daughter was still inside me, I was waiting in tears for my ultrasound scan. Tears, because, my bladder was really full and I had been waiting for an hour. I just wanted to get the scan done and pee and put an end to my ordeal! Finally when the radiologist called me in, he had this Birbal story to narrate to me.
And my inference from my doc’s story?? Writing is like labour. A writer, be it a blogger, journalist, novelist or a poet, just got to pen down or type her ideas when inspiration strikes. The words simply have to get out of a writer’s system. And yes, when she looks at her piece of work in the end, the joy is surreal.