No,Nothing

It is difficult to contain your creative juices when they are pumping full throttle.But, i feel empty headed these days. My days are loaded with work and there is not enough time to be creative. A few stories, here and there. Nothing that could become a complete one. Just like tiny wisps of smoke. Story of a man who had nothing to tell. One day, he would have kids and he will have no stories to tell them. His kids, in turn, will tell their kids the story about this man who had nothing to tell. I remember, i was asked to say something at our college cultural fest. Words had left me, i just stood there: blinking, bulbing. Bulb.bulb.bulb

I have a class in the mornings, which requires me to take my heavy-duty laptop. I was writing the primitive dating post, when i saw a shadow move across my screen.Only to find the prof sneaking at my screen.Then, there was this one time, i was utterly disgusted by the crap i wrote. I had a vision of my mouse and key board starting a rebellion against me.They had taken a vow not to put up with this bull shit anymore.They refused to co-operate with me to publish junk posts.Then, there was this "picture is a thousand words" theme.

Anyway, i have to go now. Need to run some "nano simulations".