“I don’t know why! but does it always have to start with a title?!”
*sigh*
“I can’t help it I guess..”
It did pass over him, the feeling which always passed over him before he sat down to write anything.. the urge to write a title before the story.. as if the idea came from those simple words; or did they?
“Back in time…”
He struggled on with his dust jammed keyboard that refused to move even to the most powerful poke.
“As you know I really wished that I had a new layout ready before I blogged again, but then again, some more work is getting me delayed!!”
The truth was that, the cold morning breeze that rolled over the river and flew in through his window burned the little fingers of his feet the same way it had been once, back in New Delhi. It was the cold that ran up his feet engulfing his entrails and walking in circles inside his empty stomach that reminded him of those cold dark days. Of the small dim lit room with four walls and a bed.. Of the trees that howled at him to be saved from the old DPS grounds.. Of the loneliness that he had once felt; from which he had ran in fear of being that way yet again…
yet again, here he was, struggling with his dust jammed keyboard, trying to reach out to those who still cared.
He keeps his head steady, not giving up his true emotions to those few who read what he wrote, and plodded on…
“Someone at work was fired and someone new replaced her.. I guess that couldn’t be helped. Well, there is nothing else new at work, the same things are still going on, at its own pace. There is nothing much to show as of now of other work but there will be soon!!”
He wondered as he shook his cold stiff hands in an effort to shake the cold away, if his readers were running out of patience.
“I couldn’t help but think, the winter is really cold this year. It felt as if I were somewhere else.. ”
*sigh*
Slowly pushing the publish button, he got up reaching for the empty bowl next him in which he had his breakfast of cold milk and cornflakes.
i like the second person perspective. You sure are a good writer. Why did you stop there? go on…make a beginning, a middle and an end. The art looks surreal..
^_^ eeeeeeee ^_^
well.. maybe.. I wanted to try something new.. and didn’t wan’t to blurt things out..
yis!! surreal.. I was too angry that nothing was coming .. no forms.. nothing regular.. so i drew the little of whatever came..
ps: bibi was saying that I need care after reading this blog.. lwal.. so all sorts of “Care” can be send to me in big or small packages.. $$ will be accepted too.. *grin* hehehe..
Write write write…..again write…let words come to you as flow..listen to the inner ‘music’.and write! :)
the music is on!! ^_^ and it rocks!! w00t!!
better late than never..waiting for more from he… he he he… hehehe..:-)
I ask why has there to be titles at all???
liked what i read here
lolz!! yis!!!! *shakefish*
@vrinda.. I dont know if there has to be.. but it just came out like that.. you know what I said.. but then again.. I never said that was a rule.. :P
me is glad you lieks!! thnx!! :)
……………>>>> yadu always….yadu….
..and still u deny d fact dat u feel lonely…??
hi hi hi…yadu..just plz dnt drnk the ‘vellam.’ frm the tahttu kada..i thnk its pollutin ur brain..althgh u can buy the ‘ship—- sweet’..hi hi…
why you!! i aint lonely!! *shakefish*
hehehe.. lol.. and u know i aint drinking anything other than lime soda :D