Words

Words do not love me! Not yet. When I begin to write and look for them, they run away. They go into hiding. I have to search for them, chase them, and catch them, to put them to the page. Many a times I can hear their whispers in my head. I know that they are there, somewhere. But they elude me. Some other times they play pranks on me, specially the twin ones. When I am looking for "elude" "allude" will silently appear from some crevasse of brain and will start walking with me, obediently, holding my hand. And, when I will open a dictionary looking for a birth mark, it will suddenly burst into laughter and mock me.

-Pulastya