Why not everyday...??

I felt my fingers itch right from the moment i walked out of the meeting at office...I wanted to write something, but I did not know what was waiting to pour out my mind just like the froth flows out of well shaken up coke bottle, when it opens up...

Plans were happening to go to some place this weekend for many reasons...but for me, the only reason I knew was...I needed a break...Out of clubbing, out of this city where you feel more sound reflected from the walls of buildings than voice of people... The place was either Bangkok or Bintan...2 extremes but real getaways...I no longer wanted to see Hougang Avenue 7 on weekends...at least this weekend...Kala was @ Serangoon travels trying to find out the best of the 2...I was not able to bear the suspence anymore...

Called Kala to find out how the weekend plans were like...Just another day to go..I was read to rock...She said she will confirm it tomorrow...and I was the usual...leg pulling talk...and just like that the words eascaped from my mouth...I feel like writing something...and as if it was the second half of the sentence...Kala blurted out...'You cannot keep writing something everyday dude...there has to be something that makes you write...'...Unknowingly, I challenged her, Why not...but when I pondered over what I said jus few seconds back, I seriously asked myself... Why not?

I am someone who feels rather believes, impossiblity is the creator of solutions, still pondering over, I just asked myself, does your brain cease working ever..(though my friends say that it hardly works and my dad says It was never there..;))..)..jokes apart...when ones brain does not cease working for years together and there is something or the other that is being processed in it...Why is it not possible for man to make anything creative out of it...??

I just laughed at myself, saying...Dude, @ this rate you can write something every hour or even on a smaller time fragment...