You sit in front of the computer, staring at the screen...willing your mind to generate a few words so you can get rid of the inertia and let the words flow. The design of the page is wonderful, the room somehow looks messier, so you want to clean it up and make the space less distracting. Then you remember chores that could have done 2 days back, but haven't yet managed to do. Once you are done with that you sit once more and face your nemesis - the blank screen. But then the phone rings and you start jabbering into it and lose focus. The blank screen with the designs on the sides is left alone for the day. But tomorrow always is alive. There's another day, another chance.
So when the sun rises the next day and you finally decide to get off the bed and greet the day, you finally begin writing. The words flow, but they seem to be all wrong. They are so jumbled and inarticulate that you are ashamed to say you can write. Argh!!!!!!!!
Ctrl A + delete. Start afresh.
Blocked.
Beat your head against the wall.
Go eat some chocolates.
Read a novel.
Drown yourself in it.
Order food at home.
Look at the blank screen,
contempt written all over your face,
look away from it like its some horrible crime scene and in a way it is - for you.
Then look at it once more, as though fascinated by it.
Mesmerized...
Stare at the screen like a zombie.
Your eyes droop with sleep.
Your head nods with exhaustion.
But then you suddenly wake up.
Dazed, you still look at the screen blank as your mind.
your eyes slowly close and finally you fight sleep no longer.
As you wake up and see the keys, your tired mind forms the words slowly, hesitantly and soon you simply ignore the rest of the world. You are consumed by the screen, the words that are in your mind and your surroundings outside your mind mean little to you.
Suddenly you feel something reaching out to you. you rest your tired fingers that have worked without a pause and touch the screen lovingly. This very screen that had tormented you so much... now its full of words and deeds that you wanted to show and see...and as your hands feel the screen, you feel that beneath the hard exterior there's someone out there, reaching out to you. Curious, you press the screen a little harder, with a little more pressure..there....there.... aaaah! right there....! Soon you too seem enveloped in the whiteness that had once flummoxed you. But you look a little deeper and hmm... what is that? A little colour, perhaps? Yes.. So you step inside and you see with your own eyes the world that you had created. That little world of yours that was once in your mind is right in front of your eyes. You know each one of them and they all look at you some what expectantly. A small smile creases your lips and the crinkles your eyes.
Somewhere vaguely ... dimly...... somewhere faaaar faaaar away you hear a once familiar voice calling out... Nainaaa.....Nainaaaa...Naina where are you?
'O My God!!!' Then silence....and when you look back, there's only darkness. But right there in front of you is a world of colour and excitement. you look ahead.
But outside, an empty chair swivels near the table....