A tale that practically wrote itself. The words tumbled out with intensity and speed, it was hard keeping up with typing them out. Well into midnight it went and the excitement at how the tale panned out drowned all sleep. Sure, it could use some editing, but it sits there raw and I like the way it is.
The happiness that comes from creating a smooth flowing piece of tale is a sweet thrill.
It’s like eating a big bowl of mamidikaya pappu (mango daal) mixed in rice with avakaya on the side soaked in a dollop of ghee.
The taste buds are on fire, partying. The cells within me are tingling with the same fire.