My six year old looked a little troubled last night. Scratching his head, he kept staring at his notebook. His twisted mouth did tell me the intensity of his problem.

When he noticed me watching him, he spoke with his forehead all crumbled between both his eyebrows; “it isn’t easy to be a writer.” With that expression of his, he did somewhat look like a writer.

I agreed to him with a nod.

He continued “I can’t write any more now…” and I loved the way he said it; shrugging his shoulders, shaking his head and the corner of his lips went down and innocently blinking his eyes. “Nothing is coming to my mind…I think I am out of Idea”

“Ah!! It must be Writer’s block.” I nodded again but I dared not laugh…

He didn’t hear my say anyway; instead, he turned to his sister, who was quietly...