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I often pity myself because my psyche does’nt permit me to stick on to a literary form for a considerably long time.In the midst of writing a novel I will begin to ponder over the possibility of attempting a drama or a travelogue or a study on latest issues in the field of education.Sometimes leaving aside the novel I may enter the world of poetry and remain there for ten or fifteen days or I may begin to write a short story that demands continuous whole hearted involment for many a days.This annoying indiscipline which has become a part of my writerly life is a frquent headache for which there is no medicine other than a strong decision on my part .I should acquire the will power to order the writer in me to put an end to his untimely infatuations.But from years of experience I have learned that it would not happen even in the farthest future I could forsee.Even then I nurse a weak hope that oneday,as one fine morning I stopped smoking after three decades of struuggle, it would be possible for the writer in me to say goodbye to his weakness and would be able to sit for months together to write a really big novel with characters of immense variety in their physical appearance, experiences and visions.

15/9/10