It was drizzling ever so beautifully, something akin to the first few thousand drops of the snowflakes, mild and wonderful, soft and delicious! The flowers and the plants were moving slowly in rhythm with the breeze accompanying the rain drops! The lights and the shadows of the background and the dream like beauty of the roads and in the middle of it all, the single and the most beautiful house she had ever seen! She was watching the screensaver of her desktop, moving in a rhythm of its own!
What else was there to do in anyway, except watching and waiting!
Yet another day of wanting to write, sitting in front of the system, waiting for the inspiration to come: yet another day of searching for her leftover clues, ideas and imaginations scattered across her multiple files and folders!
Yet another day of closing down the system after emptily browsing on the net, while the mind was trying to browse for new ideas from the deep vistas of its imaginations and experiences!
Yet another day of fruitless emptiness and the disgust of going to sleep without any productivity and accomplishments!
How many days must have gone like this?
Would that be ten, fifteen, twenty-nine or thirty one days?
She does not really know!
She only knows that the flow of her writing had suddenly stopped and had stopped without warning! She had completed the article on which she had been working on and then boom; she could not bring a single word more out of her mind!
The flow of writing, the flow of the words, the phrases, the chain of thoughts and the synchronization…everything has stopped, just like that, without any sense or sensibility, as though someone had inserted an iron wall in between her and her thought process!
She has encountered these "blocks" quite a few times before and every time she had entered into one of these phases, it seems as though she is in a dried-up place without the reason or the resources in life! The writing is the most important aspect of her very survival! She has an entire day and the night, 24 hours long, at her disposal, without anyone to share the colors, rhythms and the lyrics of her life!
She cannot imagine her world without writing! The writing is her whole sale companion and her comfort-factor! The writing had filled in her life soothingly and had healed her a lot while she had gone through quite a few ups and downs in her life and living!
Some people tend to smoke, some tend to drink, some take on to gossiping and some goes napping, to ease their anxiety pangs and she took up writing!
Her eyes went over to the desktop screensaver…it was still drizzling over the virtual world… it was drizzling ever so beautifully, something akin to the first few thousand drops of the snowflakes, mild and wonderful, soft and delicious! The flowers and the plants were moving slowly in rhythm with the breeze accompanying the rain drops! The lights and the shadows of the background and the dream like beauty of the roads and in the middle of it all, the single and the most beautiful house she had ever seen!
Oh huh…she had the flash of a wonderful idea…what if some one lives over at the house? What if something wonderful happens to him, like getting a million dollars in the lottery or getting into an ever-lasting relationship with a fine woman or …
Her mind had whirled into thousands of possibilities…What all can be accommodated in this story of wonderful opportunities…Her face had broken out into a magical smile…She had her plot and it is up to her to develop it into a beautiful heart-warming story…
You can get a flash of an idea for a story even from your screen saver!!! She had smiled to herself yet again! The flow of writing had filled in to the emptiness of her empty note pad…She had started writing…
