WHERE IS THAT DOOR?

From childhood till now, everyone has guided me through doors.

“Feeling stuck? Open this door.”
“Need entertainment? That door.”
“Want success? Work hard, and doors will open.”

Doors, doors, doors. Life is full of them, each leading somewhere—except when you hit a creative block.

No one ever told me which door to open when my ideas refused to show up. When my mind felt like a locked room with no key. When words, once flowing like a river, dried up completely. Every thought felt like stale food—left out too long, overthought to the point of becoming inedible. (I have an even grosser analogy, but let’s keep this blog somewhat civilized.)

I tried everything. Staring at my screen. Pacing around. Scrolling endlessly through my phone. Staring at my plants, hoping they’d drop some wisdom. I even picked up my guitar, thinking maybe a single note would strike inspiration—but my deaf ears failed to catch any sound. Then I looked out the window, convinced that the rays of the sun might bring along a fresh idea. Nothing.

Desperate, I turned to my wardrobe—maybe the clothes I’d worn at different moments in life held untold stories, stuck in the fabric, waiting to be unfolded. No luck. Then, my shoes—silent observers of my daily life. Maybe they had a different perspective? Nope. And just as I was drowning in my thoughts, my stomach interrupted—jhsdfjhjh (something gibberish only I could understand). I’ll translate: "I’m hungry."

So, I gave up on finding motivation and got myself a plate of dal-chawal. And as I ate, it hit me—maybe my brain just needed the simple comfort of dal-chawal today so that tomorrow, it has the bandwidth to enjoy biryani.