The autumn is near. This year the weather has been excellent. I just finished another article for one of the papers. There is still one to go. Since it is not of my interest, I am trying to postpone it as much as I can. I read a bunch of stories( Flash Fiction). The one by Margaret Atwood was touching. I will look into poetry tomorrow. I haven’t touched the longer prose. It had been with me for a long time. The characters were growing. They became more familiar. But at times, I just want to forget about them. I do not want to think that I had ever written that story.
I write everyday without hope or despair.
Nabin K Chhetri 