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finding a space for writing is always hard for a writer who has day job.
and the person who works in home  and  in office is the song of melancholy.
 where the space and time to paint the creativity dancing in the mind and capturing the heart?
 one moment and one line can never satisfy the thirst.
only little satisfaction to argue for the modern art may not be a classic.

one line...
the girl is after the butterfly from so many years...
never she caught it and pursued  it with lullaby to be her friend...
the day became cloudy and night were with dread dreams...


but,
no time to make it a great story except lonely whispers wandering how the novel can reach to the reader or touch the climax and slowly look the ending point.
however
begin and end points are close to each other like best friend ever in this world as everything is a circle.

still time plays a great role.
 kill the time, time will definitely kill you.

still thinking as mortal will bring smile in the gloomy air and encourages to look at the rain with the song ' ah! its beautiful to dance like nature...'

 the same hurdle
space and time for writing
and the sorrowful thought ' how to write'
is enough to kill the writer.

open your window and let creativity enter...
my moral for the day.
good day

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