View From My Window

Childhood traditions we took for granted, like making paper boats, are now disappearing fast. Pic for representational purpose only.

Lost Art Of Observation

The more our eyes stare rapidly changing screens, the little we seem to observe. The no longer read body language to understand that which is rarely spoken. And it holds us back from engaging into unchartered territory. I look outside, an emerald forest of gentle giants swaying to the rhythm of Gaia and my eyes soothed. The ever-travelling, ever-searching, ever-curious sense quieted, momentarily. It got me thinking, as writers, how do we sustain our craft, our inspirations, our creativity if we stop observing?