The blinking cursor gave way to thoughts in crumbled pages scattered all over the mind. An emotion that was left hanging, a feeling that was never allowed to be felt, an inhibition that was too deep to be shared, a secret too dark to be told, mindless thoughts that rampaged the pleasant streets of the inhabited complicated mind, the unsaid words locked up deep under, stories that was too scarred to be narrated. Amidst all this chaos, it blinked. The cursor kept blinking, for a long time. The mind agitated in agony for the words left unsaid haunted the stillness of the restless thoughts.
The backspace knew them all. Each and every thought, emotion, feeling, stories and whatnot. Beneath the facade of happy smiles and cheerful greetings, it knew the underlying truth. It knew that one day the mask will come off and that day will be the god damn best day one has ever had. But the backspace got it’s job back, the mask stayed and cursor continued to blink.
There was a voice, the one that always made sense, that voice shouting loudly but faintly audible, to let go off the inhibitions, to let go off the fear, to not worry about the consequences and just let the words take over and let them control the very fragment of the face behind the mask. And it stopped. The cursor that taunted the mind, that provoked and which always the last laugh felt powerless. Key stroke after keystroke, words kept the ego of the blinking cursor down. There was a train of words, an army and they kept following the trail. And like a tsunami it swept across the silent corners of the restless mind. The words spoke volumes, of everything and then there it was – the light at the horizon. The silent gaze of the refined words enlightened the much darker corners, diving through the cracks of every broken emotion thought, scratched off thought on the crumbled pages that lay still in the mind.
The sun was brighter that day, the grass a little greener and birds a little chirpier. It was not the accomplishment, but more of the peace, that mind has seen for the first time in decades.
This impromptu rambling is written for the prompt: Stranger than fiction.
PS : The question of what is this just might creep in your mind. You try to brush it off, but it just stays there. I haven’t written in a while, like in a really really long time. Perhaps, I thought I should write about what I am not able to write. Also comes under #BackspaceTales – I might as well write a series on writer’s block.
23 responses to “Stranger than fiction.”
This was an interesting read, something different and offbeat for a change.
Thank you, Deepansh.
Aah but I somehow liked this fiction…a blinking cursor needs to be headline since it brought d writer out …wonder what will come in BackspaceTales…. Keep d keyboard functioning
Why, thank you. I am glad you liked it. 🙂 I hope you understood as well.
One person said that they didn’t understand a bit.
And I agree with you. Keeping in mind the prompt, I choose that. Now that I think of it, there’s no relation, is there?
I guess a lot about not being able to write. I will try to keep it working. Thanks for dropping by. Really appreciate it.
What’s there to not understand….I believe every writer feels that… Because whatever u write a part of you is revealed how dark will it be depends on you … There are 100 thoughts but to bring it down logically that’s when v go through a block that’s my take…Neways it was a good read n keep writing d words then just glide
Exactly. You get me.
And I am glad you liked and understood it. Yes, every writer does come across something synonymous to this.
And thanks, will try my best to let them gliding.
Oh btw I was just kidding abut d cursor thing… No need to take it so personally
Lol, no. The blinking cursor was actually the title of the post. But I changed it for this. So, I was kinda overwhelmed that you read my mind. But I guess that didn’t come out right. My apologies.
I wanted to write seriously n instead personally came out… They give diff interpretations don’t they ?? …..Anyways I can’t believe our thought on headline meet kidding again have a good day
Well they kinda do. But no worries.
Haha, may be great people think alike.
Have a good night, unless you are on the other part of the world, the have a good day yourself.
It’s evening here… But I wasn’t sure as you have responded in odd hours so …. n I like d take on great mind lol. ….have a good night
Well, I guess I’m in the future now.
Oh, that. I’m online all the time, almost. So, that’s alright. No time constraints for me.
High Five.
Thank you. Insomniac here.
Have a great evening yourself.
Yo
I guess that’s a good night.
seems like tonight is not ur night again
It never is. Insomniac, told ya!
Really how do u even survive? I need my sleep or else I m cranky d whole day…so good night to me
I don’t. They have a name for people like me, Zombie or may be a ghost. You never know.
Yes, I know the feeling. But not talking to anyone has its own advantages, I guess.
So, good night to you. Is it the cranky( avoidance) sleep? Or the beauty sleep? I guess we know.
I don’t know what to reply to that.
Oh but I can see.. You still responded 🙂
Yes, I did. 🙂