"Send in your best written work up until now", read the mail.
She looked up into the heavens, looking back in time, to all that she has ever written.
All along wondering, if good was good enough...
Then it struck her! Her best work.. yeah..gotcha!
But then.. she has never penned it down or typed it up!
It was her thoughts that remain frozen in mid-air and at those erratic moments, that occurred while glancing at those random strangers.., or passing through those familiar pathways.., while waiting for someone to join her.., or when she is hurrying to be on time for a meeting that has already begun..., while showering.., or while lazing around in her pajamas in bedroom.., while she is immersed in a conversation with her friends..., or having a 'Me- Moment' and gazing through the window grills.., while having her early morning blues.., or in the middle of her late-night-outs !
She felt like, they happened to her, like love- It doesn't happen when you long for it to happen.. but then when it is not even at the back of your mind..it suddenly strikes you and consumes you! Those random lines... playing in a familiar, but unheard of tune, within her head, compelling her to mouth them aloud, that she has to fight so hard, to keep them within.. Those random thoughts that crosses her mind and makes her drift away from reality, cross an imaginary chasm, and land up in a different realm.. a realm of idealism!
Why do these unwritten words, seem the best to her? Coz they are so out of context, and still make more sense than everything else, she has ever read or written? Coz they cover up different disciplines, from aerospace to zoology? Coz they are filled with paradoxes? Coz they are so abstract and concrete at the same time? Coz she feels like that these thoughts are transmitted from a future (a wiser)-her to herself (How weird is that?!) ? She knows not! And she cares not! It matters not, where they come from.. It matters, where they are going.. She fired up her laptop to type up, that best unwritten write-up of hers! She went to her blog, to her very own Mind Palace, where she is the Princess! Devoid of the mundane boundaries of realism, that blocks an artist's right to expression, she merrily jogs down the memory lane and collects those precious moments, with an exhilarating feel of deja-vu!
She begins typing...
"Almost every writer that has ever written, writes at least one sentence starting with 'Life is' and I do not wish to make an exception: Life is an irony; Life is so pointless and purposeful, at the same time; Life is so short, limited and an infinite; Life is undefinable but meaningful; Life is extremely simple and beautifully convoluted; Life is clearly logical and totally irrational; Life happens when you are least ready for it; and most importantly, Life is a summation of all the choices you make, and their consequences!
Human beings! Ridiculous beings! Totally! Homo Sapiens is the only species to be vain enough to think that the entire universe, it's resources and energy are all devoted to just them!! LOL! The miles we go to ensure our luxury, at the expense of others' needs! If only, some of us woke up from the illusion, to see how vast the universe is and how tiny we are, it will bring a lot of humility along, which is the most needed trait for us! If only we realized that we are no superior to any other living being, how peaceful this world must be! If only we let go of our ego that drives us to change the world, we will change ourselves and actually create a better world! If only we were a little broad minded, accepting flaws of others' just like our own, amicable and cooperative, peace wouldn't be a distant dream and there will be a tomorrow, worth fighting for!"
She went on and on..., typing out her heart and soul, and giving life to that kingdom of hers, that the world refers to, as a blog... She had written before and she will write here on.. But this time.. it's special.. coz this time.. She is not worried if good is good enough.. She is not trying to use fancy words to appear impressive.. She is not bothered about coherence and cohesion in her words.. She is not looking forward to the encouraging appreciations from the dear ones.. This time.. She writes coz.. It's her way of life..!
She looked up into the heavens, looking back in time, to all that she has ever written.
All along wondering, if good was good enough...
Then it struck her! Her best work.. yeah..gotcha!
But then.. she has never penned it down or typed it up!
It was her thoughts that remain frozen in mid-air and at those erratic moments, that occurred while glancing at those random strangers.., or passing through those familiar pathways.., while waiting for someone to join her.., or when she is hurrying to be on time for a meeting that has already begun..., while showering.., or while lazing around in her pajamas in bedroom.., while she is immersed in a conversation with her friends..., or having a 'Me- Moment' and gazing through the window grills.., while having her early morning blues.., or in the middle of her late-night-outs !
She felt like, they happened to her, like love- It doesn't happen when you long for it to happen.. but then when it is not even at the back of your mind..it suddenly strikes you and consumes you! Those random lines... playing in a familiar, but unheard of tune, within her head, compelling her to mouth them aloud, that she has to fight so hard, to keep them within.. Those random thoughts that crosses her mind and makes her drift away from reality, cross an imaginary chasm, and land up in a different realm.. a realm of idealism!
Why do these unwritten words, seem the best to her? Coz they are so out of context, and still make more sense than everything else, she has ever read or written? Coz they cover up different disciplines, from aerospace to zoology? Coz they are filled with paradoxes? Coz they are so abstract and concrete at the same time? Coz she feels like that these thoughts are transmitted from a future (a wiser)-her to herself (How weird is that?!) ? She knows not! And she cares not! It matters not, where they come from.. It matters, where they are going.. She fired up her laptop to type up, that best unwritten write-up of hers! She went to her blog, to her very own Mind Palace, where she is the Princess! Devoid of the mundane boundaries of realism, that blocks an artist's right to expression, she merrily jogs down the memory lane and collects those precious moments, with an exhilarating feel of deja-vu!
She begins typing...
"Almost every writer that has ever written, writes at least one sentence starting with 'Life is' and I do not wish to make an exception: Life is an irony; Life is so pointless and purposeful, at the same time; Life is so short, limited and an infinite; Life is undefinable but meaningful; Life is extremely simple and beautifully convoluted; Life is clearly logical and totally irrational; Life happens when you are least ready for it; and most importantly, Life is a summation of all the choices you make, and their consequences!
Human beings! Ridiculous beings! Totally! Homo Sapiens is the only species to be vain enough to think that the entire universe, it's resources and energy are all devoted to just them!! LOL! The miles we go to ensure our luxury, at the expense of others' needs! If only, some of us woke up from the illusion, to see how vast the universe is and how tiny we are, it will bring a lot of humility along, which is the most needed trait for us! If only we realized that we are no superior to any other living being, how peaceful this world must be! If only we let go of our ego that drives us to change the world, we will change ourselves and actually create a better world! If only we were a little broad minded, accepting flaws of others' just like our own, amicable and cooperative, peace wouldn't be a distant dream and there will be a tomorrow, worth fighting for!"
She went on and on..., typing out her heart and soul, and giving life to that kingdom of hers, that the world refers to, as a blog... She had written before and she will write here on.. But this time.. it's special.. coz this time.. She is not worried if good is good enough.. She is not trying to use fancy words to appear impressive.. She is not bothered about coherence and cohesion in her words.. She is not looking forward to the encouraging appreciations from the dear ones.. This time.. She writes coz.. It's her way of life..!
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