Thursday, 9 April 2015

Hope

Image Courtesy: Google

On some days he was at the café, staring at life outside the window, downing endless cups of coffee. Black, strong, sugarless and piping hot. Crumpled sheets of paper were strewn around the table, proof of his failed attempts. He snapped at the waitress if she tried to clear up the mess. When he could take it no longer, he would walk out into the open and roam the streets, his senses taking in even minute details of the world around.

On other days he would sit by the beach watching the waves crashing onto the moss laden rocks bathing in the golden rays of the setting sun, wondering if the scurrying crabs and the flying birds had a story. He was lost within his thoughts almost all the time, forgetting to eat, sleep and change. His stubble and unwashed jeans were silent witnesses to his growing agony. He hardly spoke to anyone but himself, which made people stare at him and exchange glances that declared he had lost his mind.
 
But he was a writer, not a madman. He cradled stories within him that tossed and turned impatiently, waiting to find expression. He did not want to give up. His resolve to pen a few words became stronger by the day. Every day he set out with a pen in his hand and hopes in his heart, positive that the silence of words would end soon.


Linking to http://www.writetribe.com/write-tribe-pro-blogger-challenge/
and http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

20 comments:

  1. Wow... this is so beautiful and inspiring... I could picture every writer I know on earth... Great post...

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you! Yes there is a long story behind every story we read!!

      Delete
  2. When words remain silent sometimes it's best not to try too hard. Let's hope the words start to flow again for him.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yes. Sometimes the more we think, the more the words elude us :)

      Delete
  3. Oh god this is every wirter's boon and curse. We call it musing .. society calls it rambling :P

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yes, what seems normal to a writer is not easily accepted as normal by onlookers!

      Delete
  4. what a vivid description of writer's block! To go on and on bit by bit, till the dribble becomes a steady flow of inspiration and powerfully moving words

    ReplyDelete
  5. This is a very nicely expressed post. I transposed myself in the image of that writer and saw myself roaming around the town, not sleeping and changing waiting for the words to flow and give body to the soul of story residing in my mind. And I am not even close to being a writer. :-)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Don't give up hope! Once you are in the spell cast by words, you never know!!

      Delete
  6. how true........when fiction reflects fact

    ReplyDelete
  7. How difficult it is to contain an untold story inside, not able to put it into words! Only writers can understand it. Good one Vidya :)

    Hidden

    ReplyDelete
  8. This reminds me of my poem, Love over coffee :) True, this is a situation that all of us writers are faced with at some point of time. I really hope the block goes away for him soon.

    Loved it, Vidya!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Oh yes!! I couldnt avoid the writer plus coffee/tea combo!!!

      Delete
  9. Really well done. "He was a writer, not a madman." Well, some of us are both. :)

    ReplyDelete
  10. I could picture the scene exactly as you described it. Intense! And that feeling of isolation.

    ReplyDelete
  11. How well expressed a writer's hide SBD seek with words! Just loved it, Vidya. You are a fabulous writer. :)

    ReplyDelete