She woke up, filled a coffee mug and
turned her computer on. Strange! Not a single idea today, what do I write? She
stared at the blank page and the blank page stared back at her. Intimidating,
like threatening to swallow her into a white nothingness. She stared back with
equal determination, sipping hot coffee from her mug. With each sip she tried
to birth an idea internally but the idea Gods were just not with her today. Gripped
with horror, what if I cannot write anymore? What if I have no ideas? She
gulped the coffee, mixed with terror and looked for answers on the empty page
in front of her. This is a blank canvas and now what picture do I paint here
she thought? Should I build an entire exotic city here or a crazy character? Should
I write about imaginary ghosts, fierce beasts or just the story of a sweet
child? The coffee was getting over but she hadn’t even started. And sip after
sip till her mug ran empty she suddenly realized that she was indeed full of
ideas. The exotic city, the ghosts, the beasts, the crazy, the child – not one
but many ideas! Armed with the keyboard she started creating the many worlds.
Out of a blank page. Out of nothing. Out of no idea.
-
S. Chaudhary
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