Past few weeks weren't joyous and I wasn't in mood to do anything: no work, no writing or no sketching. It was as if I had blood clot in my head and I couldn't think properly at all. I was moody. I had lost interest in everything and anything around me. It was as if, I had put myself into a very dark cave and there was nothing, no productivity and the saddest thing of all, no remorse for feeling so.