RagLak Collection

A Special Star

Hi

This a short OS or Maybe just a small story but it's not about a love story. It's a true fact and feeling of every writer on wattpad. Not based on anyone in particular but the main thing is the emotions portrayed. Please read it. It's a humble request.

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In this, imagine Ragini as one of us writers on wattpad, who works day in day out at work but at the same time, tries to spend immense time in her writing too. She's a married woman to her loyal, supportive husband, Lakshya.

He knows about her passion to writing and it will be written in his POV.

Here it goes....

It's a Saturday morning. The most calm, relaxing and peaceful day of the week. No nudging and shoving to be the first to have a shower, or no hustle and bustle and panicking rapid races against the treacherous time. It's Saturday. My favourite day (to be honest) but do you know why?

Because I always start this day with an adorable sight before my eyes. The constant repetitive music of nails tap tapping against the screen whilst a wide smile beams across, illuminating the rays of the sun.

My wife, Ragini  (my Baccha) and her sweetness overloaded smile. Contagious. That's the only word I can use to describe it. Her knees were high as she sat on our bed with her plump pillow behind her to prevent her from getting a back pain. Her soft hands close to her chest as she types types away.

I watched her as she looked around the room pondering. She looked up to the ceiling, she looked down to the floor, she looked to the mirror ahead and then...her eyes widened and again the daily music started.

I couldn't help but to giggle at this cute behaviour of hers but oh, how I wished I had not done that as her enormous eyes shot at me like a gun.

"What's so funny Mr Maheshwari?" She asked with a rather annoying yet stunning sarcasm in her voice.

I answered back nothing and she continued. As her fiddly fingers whizzed on, I sat up and slowly wrapped my arms around her. I was expecting her to maybe shrug me off but she didn't; her head lay on my hard chest and one arm gradually entangled with mine like two ivys intertwined.

"Baccha you wake up so early every morning for work, it's Saturday today why don't you try to get more sleep?" I questioned her but obviously not before placing my morning kiss on her forehead.

"But Lakshya, I'm used to it now!" She replied whining like a child. "waking up every morning for work at 7am and now when I do want to rest, sleep is far away from my eyes. And you know na I'm a light sleeper? "

I shaked my head in disbelief. No matter what I say or do, this girl will never change. Although I worry about the amount of sleep she gets, I absolutely adore the way she handles just about everything.

"Anyways I have an awesome idea for the next part of my story!" She answered again enthusiastically. "And promise, I'll try to sleep again once I've written it."

Without any further ado, I decided to snatch her phone off but only because I wanted her to sleep properly. She shouted my name tried to grab it back until I protested.

"No! First sleep then you can write as much as you want, I won't stop you!"

After that, her words were magical, I couldn't help but to melt before her. No, she didn't try get her way by seducing me, but she told me the truth and there was a sense of fact-ness, (if that is even a word) in her tone. She said to me:

" 3654 words...Lakshya you don't know how long that took me...of course, it's not about the quantity but the quality...But those each and every word, I had done them whenever I had time to. They were made up from my breaks, lunch and my free times. Whenever I get an idea, I write it down before I end up forgetting it...It's irritating when I forget it which has happened a number of times. I put a lot of effort into writing it, deleting it and writing it again. It's not easy, like everything - it comes to forming it with your heart and mind simultaneously. I'm not addicted, I enjoy writing..it makes me happy."

What was I thinking? I had no idea that it meant so much to her. She's right of course, nothing in life is so easy, not even writing. It's hard, tough, difficult yet still, authors write. Why? Because it's a challenge they enjoy. Have you ever read a book, and if you have, have you (even for a slightest bit) realised how many words are in one novel? 1000, 5000, 10,000...if 3000 words can fit on 6 pages, with a size font of only 12, then we must reconsider how much each writer writes just for one story. Only one!

My thoughts bewildered to her words again and I imagined her

I recalled then the first time my dear wife revealed this wondrous app of hers by the name of wattpad. She pretty much adored it day and night even with its weird unexpected problems which occur very randomly. I read some parts of her story and was totally taken back by surprise at the amount of stories she's written. My multitalented wifey.

I smiled idiotically glaring at her with a full sense of proudness. How on earth she managed to do it? After I read some, my eyes hovered over to the right corner of the screen. A faded white star, very attractive and stands out well.

I asked Ragini what it was for and she told me that this is the vote star which readers click on if they liked her story. Well, I certainly enjoyed reading it but what about the others?

Then one day, which is today, I woke up to see a glum face. The expression I hate to see. I engulfed her in my safe arms and asked her the reason. She then with fustration, lashed out.

"Lakshya writing is a waste of time! I wrote all that not for myself, but for the readers. They wanted this and after all that effort, what did I get in return? Not even a 50% of appreciation! Previous parts were fine but now, all of a sudden, NOTHING! Why? I try to do this and they can't even give me a smallest bit of appreciation! Who do they think I am? William Shakespeare? "

I had realised then, it was the votes. I couldn't see her like this, it pains in the heart directly like a knife stabbed right through. I wanted to help her be her friend indeed, but I couldn't. Why? Because I can't!

But there is one thing I can do. That is to inform every readers.

If you may feel that your vote doesn't matter

Then you honestly won't understand the feelings of a writer.

Writers are people, they have a life..

Work, school, family

It's all part of everybody.

Still they try to give up some time for you

But still some don't see it do you?

Maybe you don't have an account

Which is obviously nothing we can do about.

But there's only and only one who can.

That is no one but YOU!

Just remember

A vote star is not so far

An actual star is.

A writing star is hard to find

As they're all one of a kind.

Clicking a star, what harm does it do to you?

You are not running to Timbuktu!

Writers are not a dictionary

They go through a lot whilst writing too.

Your vote matters, it's not far

JUST CLICK THE STAR