Empty Pages Episode 1
It's been a while since I wrote anything -anything longer than 140 characters. At some point I figured I needed to fix this to fix myself.
Step one of doing anything of course is Googling extensively for answers ( I am very sure at some point Google is going to send me a pop up saying - " I DON'T KNOW! WHY DON'T YOU FIND OUT YOURSELF!" ). I found my answers on Pocket though - whoever introduced me to Pocket , this is for you💓
The 10 minutes I spent reading it were probably the best 10 minutes of my life.
However- roadblock ahead- he could make music. When I play it makes Phoebe Buffay sound like Eric Clapton. I figured the only thing I could make with some effort, were sentences.
So here goes.
If the name of the blog wasn't a hint - there is no structure or form to this. This is just going to be me writing about something, because I need to write something, mostly fictional.
I used a plot generator to write these, so if you have any ideas you think I can/can't write about do let me know.Brownie points for whoever tells me which the generator lines are.
Hopefully I will be able to make a habit of this.
#1 Recharge
Its a sunny day.
Light is glinting off the water.
It's been a terrible day at work.
The sirens have stopped blaring.
The machines have stopped beeping.
There is peace in the silence.
There is also pain in the silence.
You sit at the side of the pool and soak your aching feet in the cool water.
You let the water tickling your feet remind you, you're alive and for a reason.
Like a phone being charged, you are now plugged in, slowly being charged by the water, the sunshine, the cool breeze that plays with your nose.
And you wonder- why don't I do this more often?
#2 : ​Bombay Monsoon
A stranger offers you their umbrella.
Do you accept it or get drenched?
Why would a random person give you their umbrella? Altruism much?
You take it because nobody in their right senses in Bombay says no to an umbrella.
You turn around to have one last look at your benefactor.
Did you remember to say thanks?
When you turn around all you see is an empty street, water gushing out of the gutters, a manhole gurgling somewhere mid street and a tree that looks precariously drunk.
#3 : Crush​​​​
*Hahaha! Man, this needs to be RTed.
Outrageous. Somebody tweeted that? *
Also what's friendship for if you don't share the link with all your friends.
Somewhere between reading and laughing you forget you are in fact walking on a busy street.
You are texting and walking simultaneously, when you bump into someone.
You make eye contact but with their shoes. Damn, those shoes look expensive.
You look up. Standing in front of you is a celebrity you've been secretly crushing on.
How many times have you sat late at night, refreshing their timeline, hoping for an update!
You think they know? What if they know?
How do you open your mouth? What do you say? Is your breath okay?
Maybe today wasn't the right day to walk around with Snape hair.
Do you say hello first or sorry first?
Before you're done thinking it through, the moment has passed
#4 :Retox
It was a still night. There were cool breezes that swept past and left but rarely lingered. For most part it was a quiet and silent night. It was getting late, she was alone at the bus stop.For as far as she could see there was no sign of a bus. Taxis and cars zoomed past but not a single bus in sight.
As nervous as she was, she was sure it was safe area,so she waited. She admired the trees, The full moon. The dog that didn't have to worry about anything that was sleeping below the flyover.
She absentmindedly checked her phone again- the next bus arrive in a few minutes. She would be okay. She was grown up, Independent. She could take care of herself. At least that's what she told herself.
Half an hour passed, still no bus. There were people out on their night walk. A guy arguing with his wife on the phone while dragging three dogs who presumably didn't belong to him, given the way he was dragging them.She wasn't alone.She consoled herself.
It was getting closer to midnight. She was beginning to panic.
Maybe she should just walk home.She questioned every decision, every thought for the next 10 minutes, till the bus actually appeared.She boarded only to find the bus as deserted, with around 7 people in it, only one a woman. She sat right behind the driver. She needed to be able to exit at the earliest if required.The woman alighted after few minutes.Panic set in.She messaged and emailed everyone she knew. Nothing specific. Just a string of hellos.She kept checking her phone and email, wishing someone would make contact. Somebody would call.Somebody would make it seem like she wasn't alone.
No replies. Not one person felt the need to reply to her messages.
She had to do something. She cursed her luck and logged in again - into the ravine that is social media. She would be social media detoxed some other day, but today this is what she needed.
#5 : Lights
This was really happening.
The promotion was his and now he was the boss.
This also meant he would hardly get to go home on time.
Earlier he had to work nights so that one day he would be boss.
Today he had to stay late because he was the boss - it was his job to keep this giant corporation running smoothly.
Why did he want it in the first place? Was it the money? The power?
All he remembered was his first day at work, when he came to this very office and the view took his breath away.
Today he had the office with the view.
As he took in the view from the twentieth floor, the lights went out all over the city.
He stood there waiting for backup, reminiscing about his childhood when they'd hunt for the candles in the house, in the dark.
When the city's power was restored, the whole area lit up like a Christmas tree, and so did his face.
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