Writer's Block

The cursor on the laptop screen starts blinking every time I decide to write. I try my hopeless attempt at creativity…

How many times has this blank screen angered me?
How many times have I shut the lid of my laptop in anger…sometimes in frustration?

Sometimes, the worst kind of frustration is with oneself. There is no vent for that one…There isn’t any opening.

If more days like these continued, I would have to forget about being the author I had dreamt of becoming.

The once hot coffee cup had become cold now…What I needed was a refill. Wish there was a fill of a certain type of creative juice...I knew it, coffee wasn’t going to do me any good.

While I sipped the cold coffee, my drift was towards the window which was facing the central park. Each person had a story...some stories would be interesting.

There were a few kids who were busy picking their teams.
There were a few middle aged women who were sharing something…maybe even recipes.
There was a couple walking hand in hand. They were not talking to each other.
There were a few groups of people exercising…some of which must have been preparing for the marathon.

I needed some fresh air. Maybe that would make the dried up juice flow.

Well maybe…

Here's my attempt as well....

I have to agree, I had to dig into my writings to find something romantic which was never published....

It was just one of those days... It was forbidden. It was so exciting.
I still can't forget that evening.
It was beautiful.It was late.
I had missed an important conference. But nothing really mattered.

I think I was falling in love...I don't know why it happens so fast... but there were butterflies all around. He was leaving forever.

I should have felt sad but I just didn't. I didn't expect it to happen.
It was just a blissful moment and it a goodbye.


Was tired but managed to look good. There was a glow and it comes just once in a while.I stepped foot into the house if given a chance I wouldn't wanna leave.

But I was cinderella that night and the clock would strike 12 and I would have to leave (with or without the shoes). He said I looked smashing. I smiled and looked into his eyes. He smiled back. I think he understood.

I remember sitting down near the music system in his balcony. I looked at him and complained. He told me things could change. I didn't believe him and I was right.

As the night went by, I gulped a lot. A lot of breezers, vodka, etc etc and he held me and we sat together. I was on the 7th heaven.

The clock kept ticking. It would soon be over forever.I started feeling dizzy. Obviously I had never had this much. He said "lie down for sometime". I said ok.

We went down to his room. It was dark. I lied down and he sat beside me. He said his best words that day, "I can't believe you are lying on my bed!! " Was he a teenager??, I smile back at it.

I said I feel better and we went back.

After some time, it was time. Cinderella had to run and he couldn't accompany her. The party was afterall in his . Wish I could have stayed. It was only a wish. Life went back to normal. It was just one of those magical hours that were special. He never found me like the prince. I never bothered. It was just one of those days...

An attempt to write on a lovehead part 1

The people whom I speak of are a part of a story that continues till this very moment...this is just an excerpt,one of the many which will be based on them.Let the legacy begin...
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The first time she met him was after chatting and countless phone conversations without taking consent of using her sister's cellphone,(which was really cool then,since a call cost 7 bucks per minute) on school nights.


These conversations bore witness to their mild flirting and the fact that,well, she really liked talking to him.


After a serious relationship for each of them,shaking them to the core,somehow...after 6 years of long yet erratic conversations...the last few months have given her the most romantic moments of her life.

Here goes some of her favourite moments...

*The first time they had a Monday morning together.It was almost as if nothing out of the two of them existed.And the time they finally saw the clock on the table,it was close to 3 p.m.

"Oh shit" he said..."do you wanna get lunch?"
And she replied..."it really doesnt look like you're interested in eating lunch out of all the things."

He teases her about that till this day.

*It was only considered natural,hell stereotypical and old fashioned...something she was a staunch believer in...let the guy woo you as those days are saved in your hard disk as the bestest moments ever.

He claimed to having "run after" her for two months. Needless to say,we need to add a sarcastic yet imaginary "Wow,thanks!!" as her reply.

So abiding the laws set by nature or man,he finally said it.
He asked her out.Or atleast he tried...at a dinner table,on the bed,in the car and in the auto.And her reply was the same..."did you just ask me out?"

It is safe,nay,neccessary to say that she drove him crazy.But the favourite moment came of this story came when he didnt expect it.

She was finally ready.And so,over a cup of cappuchino in a cafe,she asked him out.

It doesn't taste the same everytime he's not around.

*It had only been a couple of months since she had started earning.The world was hers,and she was out there to conquer it...Well,atleast by shopping.While her motif was to buy a whole new winter collection,he stood patiently by her side while she went to shop by shop in a South Delhi market on a very cold evening.

She loved him for being patient.She loved it even more when he paid for her shopping.

She thought he was a gift from god when he asked her to take him to her favourite silver jewellery shop.

And then he did the most amazing thing ever.

After buying her the most favourite ring(s) of all times,he promised to live in the hope of spending the rest of their lives together.

It was one of the most favourite evenings of her life,till date.

The couple that we refer to,still have a lot to be written about.