Everyone talks about an overthinking mind.

  No one talks about the day it suddenly goes quiet

  Mine did.

  The same mind that once flooded me with thoughts — questions, fears, stories — now sat still, like a locked room with no key. I waited for ideas the way one waits for rain in a drought.

  Nothing came.

  I still wait…

  Until it speaks again…

  But it seems my mind has abandoned me.

  Silence is not peaceful when it is forced. It is heavy. It presses against the chest and asks uncomfortable questions.

  Who are you when your thoughts abandon you?

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  What are you worth when your mind refuses to create?

  I scroll through my phone, pretending to look busy, pretending not to notice the emptiness. Around me, life continues effortlessly. People laugh. Cars pass. Time moves forward.

  Only I stay still.

  My gaze roams along the pavement. It lands on someone crouched down to tickle a stray kitten by the roadside. His shirt is plain white. Too clean. Too pure.

  The kitten, covered in dirt, yearns for the care of a stranger

  He, with sharp features, exudes the aura of class. His shiny leather shoes reflect the beady eyes of the adorable little one.

  He sighs, raises his tall, straight nose up. Tilts his head. Takes out a cat food strip from his pocket. Feeds the kitten. A small ghost of a triumphant smile tugs at the end of his lips.

  It catches me. The smile…

  It brings a sense of relief to me, just for a fraction of a second.

  I release a breath I held unknowingly.

  Have you ever feared silence — not because it was loud, but because it said nothing at all?

  Perhaps writing is not about inspiration,

  Perhaps, it is about showing up even when the mind is silent.

  Today, I did not write anything great.

  I wrote this.

  And maybe that is enough for now…

  — From Writer’s Diary

  Chathurma??

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