"RUN FORREST RUN!"

 

"You're either submitting your story in 2 days or you're out on job hunt."  

An empty Notepad and an even more empty brain. 

You want to type. You love the sound of keys tapping. But you have no idea of what exactly to write. Did you lose it completely? Or are you on the verge of losing it? How long has it been since you felt that release words gave you? You're reading 2 books that deal with characters that are into writing. Your fingers are itching to create your own world every time they talk about their work. Do you realise that talent taps everyone at some point in their lives and completely leaves it to their choice if they want to nurture it or not? Yours did tap. Oh, I think it more than just tapped. It aggressively bellowed out and wrapped itself around you like a sheath of hope.

 Remember that 'universe call' you so proudly talk about when you decided to dig deeper into the concept of mental health? Yeah who do you think gave that to you? Didn't it unleash itself while you were struggling with the failure of your first relationship? It's like you were already prepared for its failure. You were anticipating the end of it for so long that you even unconsciously decided what steps you'd take to rebuild your personality even before the curtain closed. 

You idolized the concept of 'survivor' or 'martyrdom' so much that you started pegging yourself as a helpless pawn in life's gambit just because your Islamic boyfriend didn't think you'd be a good Fatima even if you put efforts. Remember the idea that popped into your head out of an absolute nothingness, to just give life to your thoughts and experiences by putting them down on a paper? Yeah that's the villain origin story of your life. Because little did you know that the very same idea will run your life from then. 

You effortlessly came up with stories that moved you to create more. You weaved and weaved till you felt like you deserved a break from it. And then BAM! The talent you so arrogantly acquainted yourself with, must've had enough of you not taking it seriously so it just decided to take a long leave from you. The impending deadlines are just hovering over your shoulder just like the unresolved issues of your life lurking in the background, feeding on your multiple obsessive cups of tea. Just when everyone around you started believing and revelling in your words, it decided to leave. Vanish into thin air. Is there a way to summon talent when we're in dire need of it? Do we hoot? Is there an energy drink to fire up our creativity?

What are you and your ever flourishing dark circles going to do now? You can't just sit around waiting for the story to magically unravel on your screen. Are you thinking about that famous scene from that famous movie? Yeah me too. "Run Forrest run!" Man what a scene. Still fresh like it came out yesterday. Excellent taking and performance. The way his legs gain life. OH! That reminds me of something. You could write about that boy with a wooden leg discreetly eyeing the several empty seats in the female compartment of the metro. Or you could write about that dark trans girl with bare feet you've seen on the metro who looked like the world was closing in on her. Or or or, you could tell the story of a person you've met in the waiting hall of your doctor's, who's contemplating the idea of assisted suicide for his incurable disease. 

Oh look at you with the light of multiple suns in your face, straightening your back, cracking your knuckles and attacking the keyboard. Now that's my favourite sight that made me fall in love with you.