Every living moment is a writing opportunity. Exploiting these prospects is dependant on writer's capability of delivering rhetoric. In spite of bearing such absolute thoughts, I have been suffering from the writer's block. And no, I am not trying to drop subtle hints for being identified as a genuine writer. Instead, I am giving a consolation to myself that I am fashionable enough to have the dreaded 'writer's block'. Can I document every second of jealousy, hatred, lust, pain, love, patriotism? Not unless I have a wand in my hand. I miss the days when I used to fall in love every day. During school days, the hypnotism in 'love' compelled me to bunk classes, save tiffin, join English tuition and bear being a laughing stock. I remember saving money for a classmate's voluntary charity program. Ironically, now, a more resourceful moi would rather choose to indulge in some extravagance. I recall how I bought gifts for people on their birthdays….and made bir