Oh, how much I longed to return to them! Reachable, yet beyond reach, those alphabets brushed aside like dilapidated furniture in the attic – the delectable A to Z; arrange, rearrange, fit, refit, phrase, rephrase, indulge, celebrate, suffer..
The wind brings along with it, that soft rustle of paper and fond memories of people in waiting - Scribbling pad, frantically crushed papers, vague, erratic, never straight pencil margins down the left, shaky arrows cutting across; the inevitable, word master, the Oxford Dictionary – It’s back to the terrific game of finding THE right word, back to watch those mysterious words wave their magic wands creating patterns of infinite possibilities.
Yeah, I am back and needless to say, it feels so wonderful to be back!!