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He lit a cigarette,slowly. The blue coloured smoke made a bizzare way out from his nostrills. There is a dead silence for a second. Then he continoued tapping on the table with his pen. He eased himself and inhaled another. We know he is trying to write down something.



I put down my pen. This is going to be nothing. For the first time in my life, the smell of ink made me frightened. I looked down at the paper. Even a single letter is not readable. Someone need to decode it. What he said? The doctor? Yes. HAVS. Hand-Arm Vibration Syndrom.

Oh! I totally forgot that. Where is my secretary? I told her a thousand times that whenever i want to write please help me to write.

I read again and again what I've wrote. Hell. First paragraph is not an infectious one. I tried to concentrate on other things. I tried to walk. And I did that with the help of my walking stick. That gave me some peace. On my second round i noticed that one window is not fully closed. That lousy maid! I looked at the fireplace. Half dead.

This is exactly where you need your wife. It's my seventh winter without her. DON'T THINK ABOUT HER. Don't think about her. It's the time to think about your first paragraph. I warned myself.

I came back to my table. And then I started again.



We don't know his name. No one will never know. His story starts like this.

He lit a cigarette...



When I lost my soul somewhere between the fragments of words, I slept.




BREAKING NEWS:  World renowned auther, painter and philosopher Micheal Sheen died..... Aged..... Nobel prize winner for literature..... His works published in twenty seven languages..... 'The instrument box',... 'Life yacht'... 'When you can find a mirror?'...

Foreword

I was a blogger since 2007. And I wrote zero blogs to achieve the immense pleasure of blogging. And the worst part is i tried to post my first blog, Nothing.. Really.., which has nothing in it except that tittle.

People say everything happening in this world is for a reason. Two or three months before i shopped Gravity as a twitter client to enrich my social-networking-life. Of course using my elder brother, Lee's credit card. So you can easily log on to twitter, facebook, foursquare, Google reader etc. And i thought seriously about blogging again.

But gravity is not the beginning. My family knows I've a habit of scribbling whenever i feel dumbness. My brother Lee gave me the idea of blogging and who is a blogger too.( for me he is not just a blogger he is my role model). But the inspiration actually came from Harishettan, Lee's friend, who is a tremendous blogger and also a guru in my favorite hobby reading.

Writing is a heavenly thing. If the words coming through your fingers from your heart, you are blessed. I love them. I admire them.

OK. No more dragging. This blog- I know you are not going to call this a blog- is just a foreword to my coming blogs. Will write something interesting next time.

Thank you.