writer's block

Nothing changed. Not the times. Not the people. Not the place.

Awareness screwed up everything.

I didn't give a fuck who the PM was back then. Not too sure half the country cared either. That may not be true. There must have been the same proportion who cared for such stuff. After all, thousands or was it lakhs or millions were ready to massacre and kill even then...no, not just ready, they had killed and raped and buggered...for...exactly, that is the question...for god-fucking-what?

Now, why did I think of killing and raping and buggering when I wanted to tell a love story?

Yes, that is when I fell in love with her.

(To be continued...)