I don’t know how frogs hibernate. But an artist in hibernation is not pleasant business. The writers have a pretty name for it - writer’s block.
When creative juices are in full flow, you are sort of heady and yet your level of alertness is extremely high.
The ebb doesn’t come all of a sudden. It comes in with the silent slither of a python and wraps around you with its slimy cold nothingness.
And it is at this time that Karma takes over Destiny.
It is my experience that wisdom is perhaps less glamorous but a more trustworthy friend than prodigy. Rely on your intelligence and trust your wisdom.
Paste the lines of Kusumagraj on your mirror.
‘रात्रीच्या गर्भात उद्याचा असे उषःकाल’ - (Tomorrow’s dawn exists in the womb of the night.)