It starts with the mildest of anticipation, a sense of prelude, the uncharted liberation of an empty Word document.
I pause, even though the sketch has been formed, for the lines to get darker, firmer, definitive. Shards cohere into rapidly swirling aerial whirlpools, spilling out into letters, words, and then lines sliding off the page. I can take no credit—I will not—only convey what needs must be told, for holding words within, like ingesting too many groundnuts, routinely fosters belly aches.
And finally, when it leaves you, there is a sense of relief. A package sealed, a job done, the closing of another sub-chapter in that coffee table tome we only occasionally browse. Applause is extraneous, the act itself organic, a past I am all too comfortable leaving behind.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
oooooh!!! poetic indeed!
Even writing about writing
Makes reading you exciting
Peanuts in an aching belly
Have us shaking like jelly
Leaving your page happy and smiling!
Oh wow!
Man, how much I’ve missed you! So darn happy you’re back!!
U could nt have put it better….
Kudos….
Beautifully said, OJ.
and in your case, Applause is also Inevitable 🙂
richajn: ‘Tis the weather, I tell ya, making bards of us all.
Aunty G: If only the rest of the world were as easy to please, Aunty G!
M4: As am I. 🙂
muthu: I probably could have, but I don’t have the bandwidth. 😉
dipali: Thanks, Dipali.
errormsg!: You are too kind.
u bet a sense of relief…something that you probably dont go through as much as i do…being the prolific writer you are. i just celebrated my 300th post!
thanks to folks like you who keep me inspired!
sukanya: Congratulations! 🙂