Note To Self

While travelling from her home to office, she often felt lethargic but physically. Her mind though was spirited. There were numerous thoughts fluttering in her mind. Her inner self urged her to write something this very day. She immediately went to the office and took out her notepad and pen. She did not know what she will write. She did not know what will grab the attention of the readers. She just went on to scribble her uncertain and messy thoughts on a Thursday. 

There were stand-up comedians, writers, poets, motivational speakers and what not. She was not any of them. But she never underrated herself in this matter. There was this sheer love for writing but she was not sure if she does it for diversion; for deflection from her present situation or there was something deep and enduring about it. Confused, she just put on her earphones, played her favourite number and started to scribble.

Gradually she reflected. Her life till this date has been a roller coaster ride. There have been happy days at Mountain tops and sad days at Deep valleys and an intermediate range of metaphorical geographical terrains she could not put into words. 

She wanted to highlight the fractions which brought a smile on her lips, she wanted to high spot the sections which made her confront the darker sides of life. She wanted to write about her Monday blues and Friday fantasies. She wanted to write about people around her; both best-loved ones and least-liked ones.

If she could present her life in different short stories of prose, it would probably calm her fidgety mind which by this line has accumulated a lot of abstractions and actualities.

She had a thing about writing but she did not know if this was actually her thing.

-From Last Year's Thought.

-From an Aspirant.