Writer’s Block

Meera was crying. Tears streamed down her face as she witnessed her life going downhill.

“Please, Akshay, stay for us, for Aryan at least!!” She frustratedly groan, her voice cracking.

“You were the most beautiful and successful woman I met, Meera. You are going downhill. Look at yourself!” Akshay points out “Words used to flow from your soul. India’s famous and most celebrated writer on the platform of WriteUp, is now in an internal turmoil. I can’t see you like this.” He gives her one last peck and leaves.

“What about our vows?!” Meera screams “YOU PROMISED!!”

“I don’t believe in all that shit!!” Akshay yells, throwing a picture frame down the floor. It contained the picture perfect moment of their wedding day, circling the fire, smiles on all faces, holding on to each others fingers like a forever promise. All that was an illusion in her eyes now.

“For Aryan, please, he’s just 4 years old,” Meera weeps, praying on a miracle.

“I’m sorry. Adwait will come tomorrow to collect rest of my stuff.” Akshay picks his suitcase and leaves.

Meera breaks down. He was right. She was in a turmoil. 

“But you promised to support me always,” She tries her luck one last time.

“Open your eyes, Meera. It’s over.” Akshay declares, stepping out of the doorstep.

Meera looks at the alarm clock. 12.30 a.m. She picks up the news papers from her desk.

“MEERA BHANSALI STRUGGLING IN THE LEADERBOARD!! Is WRITEUP REALLY DONE FOR?” 

“WRITEUP IS FIGHTING THE WAR ON A BATALLION OF WINNERS. IIS IT NOW TIME TO GIVE UP?!” 

Meera just wanted to ask the paparazzi one question “why me?”

“Mommy, are you okay?” Little Aryan comes holding a teddy bear, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m fine, honey,” Meera says, sadly smiling to hide her sobs “Go to sleep.”

“I heard you and daddy shouting…” Aryan asks, dubiously looking at the surroundings- a broken picture frame caught his eye.

“Were you fighting again, mommy?” Meera just sadly nods her head “It will be fine like always, Darling. Go, sleep.” Meera still tries to keep her smile, trying to believe herself on what she just told to her son.

Aryan nods and toddles his way back to his bed.

Meera makes her way to her laptop, opening her profile on WriteUp, something she has dared to do for the first time since her downfall. 

She was searching for her own rank- somewhere in the millions. Other platforms like Diffusion, Chemistry, Pen&Paper, who were at the rock bottom found themselves scintillating at the leaderboard.

She checks her inbox- 0 requests. Her gigs are active, but people were not interested!

A message popped in her mail inbox from Andrew Lancaster, manager of WriteUp.

“Meera you awake?!”

Meera: I am sir. 

Andrew: Good you are finally online!! Did you see your leaderboard?! 

Meera: Yes sir..

Andrew: Rank? 

Meera: Sir I’m-

Andrew: I need a 1000 word story tomorrow. NOW! 

Meera: But sir I 

Andrew: Did you even try enough to deserve a good night sleep? 

Meera: No sir. 

Andrew: Atleast you are sure of something!! I need you back at the top. Good night! <

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“Good night I guess. A 1000 words story? I can hardly write a word now!!” Meera stares clueless, at the blank white screen, the cursor waiting for the words.

“Can I at least think of a title?” Meera keeps her fingers on her head. 

“Ugh…uh…Long Lost Treasure?….okay that sucks.” Meera sips on her coffee.

“Mommy, I can’t sleep…can you tell me a story?” Little Aryan comes there, rubbing his eyes.

“No honey, I have work to do…” Meera sighs, staring at the clock- 1.00 am Not a single word yet.

“Are you writing your own story again?!” Aryan beams.

“I’m trying again. I’m not sure…” Meera sighs in frustration.

“You can always try, mama! But, don’t ever give up!!” Aryan smiles with hope at his mother. She smiled, hugging him tightly to her chest. 

Turning back to her screen, she closed het eyes. She believed what her son just adviced her. She opened them again. She…could finally see!!

Words were floating in her eyes- she could see every figment of her imaginative fictions world come alive right before her! Again! All she had to do was believe. She lost that belief after marriage.. but she got it back because of her son.

“Maybe if I could add a wizard right in this line, and the trio magicians could attack the antagonist by that-“ She started framing her own plot of magic and action.

Few years later 

Meera is now at the top of the Board again!! I’m kidding- no, she’s not yet- Bur she is among the favourites again! Her first book in decades became a bestseller hit! She now had active gigs on her hot seller list. She was thrilled!

“Please, take it,” Meera hands a signed copy of her book. As the customer walks away, Meera spots a very familiar silhouette.

“Akshay?” Meera pats his back from behind, as he was staring at a bookshelf.

“Meera?” He asks, surprised.

“Shocked to find you here!” Meera tucks a few hair strands behind.

“I was told these books are hot-selling right now, so I thought I would look at these, but these seem to be yours!” He chuckles nervously.

“Yes they are!!” She smiles, and picks up a copy “Read this,” She signs and gives it to him. You could clearly notice the pride in her eyes.

“Thanks,” He smiles nervously and leaves.

“Look at that, Writeup is at the top!!” One of the reprters announce to the public, and everyone gathers around Meera.

Out of the blue, Meera feels someone patting her.

“Meera Bhansali?” A man in a fresh sharp velvet suit calls her.

“Oh it’s actually Meera Arjun.” Meera shows her engagement ring.

“Oh, congratulations! I just wanted to say that the manager Andrew Lawson would like to give you this Platinum Card, a ticket to the manager seat.”

“I…am going to be a-“ she was cutoff 

“Manager!!” The man finishes, rubbing off the card.

“And Andrew?”

“He left for New Jersey. He’s been transferred as the manager there.”

“Thank you so much!! I won’t let you down!!” Meera beams.

PARTLY INSPIRED FROM THE LIFE OF J.K.ROWLING

Hey guys, I’m back online..I have been active in other ID on this same platform, so search me up and follow me !! (The other one with the 1 follower and a wolf DP)