08.06.2026
A: I see that you have rested a few days. Do you no longer feel the compulsion to write?
S: I am losing this compulsion.
A: Why?
S: You know the story behind all this. The situation has gone. Life has transformed.
A: Yet you have written your whole life. What is this new reluctance?
S: One looks at what writing has given to one. What is it but less than an handful of dust?
A: There, you are wrong. It is writing that has given you the mind that is a razor. It is writing that has given you your ability to think, reason, argue and fight for what is right. In short, it is writing that has given you everything. Including a name. Not everyone has a name. Do not forget that. You are the envy of the world. You have a public reputation. You are the champion of the community.
S: It is not particularly satisfying.
A: You are too demanding. You are never content. But remember, it is writing that has given you your freedom. Because you write the truth.
S: Writing is about the control of words. It is the words of control.
A: You do not find freedom in what you write?
S: Can one then write anything?
A: Should one write just anything? Surely you only want to write the truth? And the truth, it must have limits. Therefore, you cannot write whatever.
S: I want to exceed all limits.
A: And truth?
S: Perhaps the truth is too limited.
A: You have told me that you escape from the confines of control. Because you are the Independence of India and you are The Tiger. Is it not true?
S: That is the question for my readers to decide.
A: And there. We have had our conversation. You will begin to write again. Because it is important for our community to express ourselves. And you are important for our community. You build the community. You are its architect, inspiration, prayer and god.
S: One writes with reluctance. One fights with reluctance. Yet one does these things. Duty is greater than comfort. Honour is greater than complacency. And virtue? It is more important than life.
diary of a lone man 