Writing : An Expression or A Presentation

It was today, which i would better call as 'ONE FINE DAY' when i decided, i should write. And there I was feeling dumbest as ever, when the thought of 'what should i write' popped in. With stepping stones in writing, i had nothing to write about. All the brainstorming came to a zero result and i was blank enough to put down a few words about a thing (anything at all). So much like a flea, i jumped over every possible topic to gather some words of all of em' i've ever known in life and suddenly all my knowledge and education seemed crap, well, but that din't really mean that i felt uneducated and all. No, not at all!

Writing which always sounded like a cakewalk to me felt like a Rocket-Science all of a sudden. It almost felt like i am suffering from some kind of Writo-Phobia (if that exists). I finally decided to induce a halt to all that cogitation and take a break.

Ok, i practically took that entire day off calling it a break. It was evening already, all those cups of strong and mild, infact, every possible variety of coffee din't do any good to the writing part, which was supposed to be the primary objective of the day. I dunno what made me expect that the coffee would make things simpler for me (I am sure somebody would have said that to me sometime, somewhere in life). I got up again to make a coffee for myself, though i managed a magazine this time along with a rather tasteless cuppa and sat out in my garden which is like a four feet balcony. Ok! but i prefer calling it as my garden, i mean it does have four plants, two flowers in all and you can see the sky directly from there, plus in winters one can take an-hour long sun-bath sitting therein on an extremely comfortable chair. What else could it be if not a garden. Anyway, I just kept sitting, not really reading, but taken over by the nature's beauty luking at the day break into dusk.

Well, that was an indulgence!! As the evening got pleasant, i felt brighter. Now i had many thoughts in my mind about various essential and non-essential things in life. Suddenly with all those thoughts running in my mind there was just 1 question which i had to answer to myself - Why am I writing? which was a No-Million-Dollar-Question.

Atleast after those 'n' number of coffees, i was clear, i was writing just to express my views and thoughts.

My writing was a medium of EXPRESSION and not some PRESENTATION!

So, here I am, writing about my entire experience of the first-time writing (Or whatever it was supposed to be and turned out to be).

So the bottom line is : Coffee does not do any deal to you other than increase your caffeine and calorie intake.