Srinagar, July 12 -- Have you ever wondered if a writer or poet ever feels hungry? Not the kind of hunger that takes you to the kitchen, but the hunger that pulls you into a corner with a crumpled piece of paper, eyes devouring every scribbled line you once called your own. I was recently reminded of this curious idea while reading a humorous yet oddly profound poem titled "I Wrote This Little Poem" by Kenn Nesbitt. In it, the poet amusingly writes, "She picked up her little poem and took a tiny bit," suggesting that words themselves can be nourishment-though, of course, metaphorically. But the humour hides a deeper truth: for many writers, their own writing becomes sustenance, an emotional or intellectual food that feeds their soul.There...