Its been quite a long time since I've posted, not a trend I'm to let off easily enough... and I am happy to go on with it... since I have what I dicovered to be a 'literary outburst' period. All the words that should have flown during four two or three months come out in a dizzying flourish of creative energy that leaves no room for the average reader to wonder what the hell this sentence really means. Let me put it straight. Writing is no easy task. As someone has wisely put it, "The blank page is the writer's greatest enemy". While I do not go on and consider myself as a writer, even a paltry one, I certainly am one among the miserable class of people to whom the blank page poses the most challenging and terrifying scenario. Until nights like this, when the keyboard begs to blabber. I call these outings 'literary menstruations'... alluding the nomenclature to the fact that both may be affected by the moon and the tides and what not. With nothing to stop the flow, maybe I should go on... or maybe it is advisable to stop singing when your voice has still not lost its tenor.