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Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Just Writer Problems

I sometimes fall into the trap of believing that no other writer has struggled with the issues I struggle with, when, in fact, every one of them has. Logically I know this. Yet emotionally I imagine that my life is brutally crowded with too many things to do, while others relax on their verandas with glasses of iced tea and secretaries. It’s telling that when I picture other writers, they are never writing. They are never sitting at their desks under the weight of producing p...rose. They are never seen sitting at their desks with words brilliantly flying from their fingers onto the page. When I picture other writers, I always see them with their writing behind them, as if I am the only writer that has to actually write. I envy others, no matter how good I am or how good others perceive me to be. Poor me.
I forget that a writer can struggle with his prose and then go off to clean a toilet. Or a writer can struggle with his prose and then go off to face a Quant class. Or a writer can struggle with his prose and then relax on the veranda with a glass of iced tea and a secretary.

Sunday, July 3, 2016

Over and Out

The voices stopped talking. Only happy thoughts occurred. Unable to find the darkness, my days as a writer ended. I'm just a normal guy now.

Rest in Peace

I'm at peace. Clutching her hand, I intertwine my fingers with hers. It fits like a jigsaw puzzle. I put it with the rest, in the freezer.

Till Death Do Us Part

She kissed his cheek as he smiled back. Nothing had changed much since two decades.
Her husband called her.
She hid the photo in the closet.

Bulls Eye

Her boss was straight ahead. She pressed the gun’s trigger. The bullet hit the target. No blood. Soon it won't be just a dummy with a hole.

Role Reversal

He was busy cooking while she lit the last cigarette.
The viewers stared at the alluring painting; unable to comprehend the role reversal.

Liberation

He writes code in his workstation. He's tired of his life, just like his colleagues.
Soon he'll liberate them with the thing in his pockets.

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Helpless

The one-year-old baby screamed loudly as the man held her.
Her parents stared helplessly at her tears while he advanced to pierce her ears.