Wednesday, October 01, 2014

The Crazy Writer In Me.....


Like a cat, I prefer sitting in the far corner of my place with my back against the wall, and spilling my thoughts....

Writers are crazy. The better the writer, the crazier she is. People develop a fascination with a writer they like. But you don't want to really get to know a writer. You can't really know a writer. Because a writer is not one person. She is so many people in one person. She'll love you and hurt you and break you. She has the itch you'll never be able to scratch. A craving you'll never be able to satisfy. You are better off knowing the writer only through her writings. 

She is alluring, and mysterious and fascinating, and you will find her sitting in a corner of the house,coffee shop, book shop or a library in a pretty dress writing in a vintage notebook, Ipad or a tiny laptop. She'll stare into the void with her lips sightly parted. She'll smile at the rain outside, then she'll start scribbling again. She may or may not be wearing glasses, depending on the kind of day she is having, but she'll always have her hair down until she is forced to tie them up. She likes to be free, you see.  She'll sip out of her coffee every now and then. She'll rarely hold the cup with the handle. She likes to try new ways. 

At this time, you'd probably want to go up and talk to her. She seems harmless. She is not. She wont be interested in you, no matter how handsome or smart or intelligent you are. She may be interested in the idea of you, but she won't be interested in you. Nothing that is vast in the universe enters into our lives without a curse. This one is her curse.  

If you still decide to talk to her, be warned. She will spell-bind you with her beautiful smile, and she'll impress you with her thoughts, because she can talk about anything in the world. She's well read and well traveled. She'll even make up stories if she doesn't have actual knowledge.You really can't win her.


Rab Rakha!!!!!

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