Lajja or shame

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My friends ask me why I don't write anymore. I don't know if they are asking out of anguish, or relief. They have woken up the writer in me, and they only have themselves to blame for their misfortune. I am yet to decide what I should write. A novel? It needs a lot of work, it can't be written in a day, and I am too lazy to write one. A poem? It can be short, sweet, and yet be full of pain. But it takes a genius to write one, you would notice there are so many Indian novelists in English, but not many poets. A short story? That is quite in the realms of the possible. But writing a blog is so much more simple, and easy to post. And I love the philosophy behind blogs: 'ere any thing gos. But still I have....