Tempus scribere, tempus mori

I have severe writer's block when it comes to structured prose. I have always put off writing or even expressing my opinion about things which matter to me, for the fear of saying inappropriate things. But this shield of silence is finally giving away. I must write down the different voices speaking in my head for the last 6 years. Saravanan Mani, my favourite director in JU once explained to me how he has given up on smoking. He would roam around Kolkata on this beautiful four wheeler scooter, in whose boot he kept hidden two cigarettes. His logic was the day he realises life is giving up on him, he would fish these out and take one last relaxing puff. I resume writing today, from a similar urgency.