Writing. (Monday Moments #26)


          She was at the coffee shop. Everything she needed was there. Coffee, music and of course, cheesecake. She opened her laptop and continued writing her novel. She was working on her second love story and enjoying the process. After one successful novel, the thrill and adventure of writing had just doubled. She thought too much into the plot. She just wanted it to be perfect, romantic, literary and kind of awesome. She just sat there and closed her eyes. She recollected the story in her mind and as she reached where she had left off, a new idea struck in her head. And then began the peaceful sound of the keyboard. Most of the times while writing, you think that what you’re writing is total crap but just a rare few times, it feels right. And that was the time it felt right because the speed of her typing increased just as the smile on her face. After writing around 2000 words, she paused. She hadn’t even realised that it was already two hours. That time, she felt pure bliss. That was the moment she cherished that she was a writer and a novelist. Even when she was a 27-year-old single woman, she felt like she was in love. She was in love with her characters and their love story. She wanted the girl to be ambitious and sentimental. She wanted the boy to be ‘the one’ for her. She was smitten with their romantic dates and lovely dialogues. She wanted them to travel the world together and live their life without worries. Even when it couldn’t happen to her, she wanted it to happen to her characters. That was the moment she realised how beautiful it is to make a story that people will fall in love with. That was her moment when she felt like she could write about miracles or fantasies or world peace and love those concepts without having to consider their genuineness. Because, fiction isn’t just an escape, it is a retreat to our own sanity. And at that moment, she celebrated it.

(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)


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