Silent Conversations

1: Writer's Block

The clock chimed at the arrival of 7 o'clock in the morning. It was a very awaited sunday. Finally a holiday as a reward of surviving the whole strenuous week. But it doesn't make much difference for the Sun, who arrived on time, fulfilling it's duty, commencing a new day on earth.

But for a certain curlyhead, arrival of a new day even though it's a Sunday, it doesn't add much thrill to her right now-- frustrating life. As she is still stuck in the middle of a chapter of one of her novels, that she's currently working on.

The due date for this novel to submit is coming closer, but here she is stuck in the middle, with nothing but a clueless brain. She hates these writer's block, when you get stuck in the middle of writing, having no clue how to proceed with the story. Even after strenuous brainstorming for nearly three days and two nights the results is still addition of nothingness to nothing. It's so frustrating that she is nearly at the verge of losing her sanity to that fucking writer's block.

She lazily rubbed her tired eyes, which have swollen up as a result of staying up all night reflecting over her whole working life, ....again. She was still sitting on her writing desk, actually plopped on the desk with her head resting on her folded hands infront of her laptop. Yup, this is the place, where she is spending most of her time for last three days. The lack of sleep has greatly affected her in appearance, giving her the look of a mere ghost. Her whole body is aching, screaming for the need of contact with the comfort of bed. She stretched her aching and stiff limbs and slightly pushed the laptop away.

"You stupid, useless brain!!!" She cursed her brain for the nth time, getting up from the chair and making her way a bit sluggishly to the bathroom to freshen up.

"Ruhi didi, I'm done. Breakfast is ready. Did you slept last night. And did you...." - Minati her housemaid started with her as usual ranting on her everyday same speech. We can't blame her about the rantings as She is worried about the girl. She sees Ruhi as her own.

Ruhi came out of the bathroom, freshened up a bit, ready to take in the usual dosage of her everyday health education from the very worried Minati Masi.

" Look at you!!! What are you doing to yourself..... You look like zombie....." Most dramatically covering her mouth with one of her palms Minati exclaimed worriedly. The very next moment her eyes changed into a glare from the worried expression as she started her as usual monologue.......again " Are you planning on falling sick..... Why not....  You don't care about that---- why would you care.... You have this Minati Masi here, to care of you.... I'm telling you, no warning you......"

And blah....blah....blah..... Ruhi is already used to her blabbering. So she made her way to the breakfast table, with the nonstop chattering Minati following her from behind, out of her bedroom.

Having her breakfast, she looked at Minati, who was going on with her speech with a stern glare on her face. Ruhi couldn't help but smile at the contentment of having someone in this city of concrete, who is worried about her so much, just like her own mother. Living away from her Hometown isn't easy. She misses everything a lot from her Hometown. She misses her mother. And Minati fills that gap. So the annoying, everyday same rantings are actually blessings to Ruhi.

Once Minati was done trying to put some sense into Ruhi's brain about taking care of her own health and blessing her tired body with some sleep, she left for the market----defeated.

After finishing her breakfast Ruhi made her way to the balcony with a cup of tea, after having a look at her beautiful wall clock. It was 9 in the morning... already.

It actually seemed like a beautiful day to her, now looking at the sky above. The Sun was shining proudly, accompanied by some loafs of clouds, giving the scenery a beautiful finishing touch. The alley infront was not that busy with people like the weekdays. One or two people were passing by now and then.

After inhaling the beauty infront for a while, 'the stuck situation' invaded her brain again.

How should she proceed with the male protagonist's characteristics? She need a certain kind of excuse, to make the protagonists cross their paths. But she couldn't find a suitable one to fit in the plot of her novel. A certain kind of thing, anything, it can be a characteristic, or a habit...... just.........

'ahhhh..........' she grumbled frustratingly and now was on the brink of loosing her mind. Her stupid brain has failed to give her even the slightest bit of something, anything....

A sweet melody of piano suddenly disturbed her in the middle of scolding her brain for it's stupidity. The melody was indicating the house infront as it's source. It was a bit uneven, but still it appeared soothing and sweet to Ruhi's ears.

And just like that she lost her thoughts and herself in that melody, closing her eyes in order to enhance the effects it was making to her Disheveled mind.