It was just another day but something was amiss.
She went for a walk to burn those little devils called calories and the angels called grey cells. Though nothing much got burnt, eventually.
The hot tea back home didn’t do much to her agitated state.
Her analysis of how it worked for Kafka and Maya led to paralysis.
She looked up in books and in the chatter of people around and didn’t find it there either.
As her fate, she accepted that she couldn’t talk to the missing muse.
So, she decided to just show up and get to work.