A Tad bit of Hope

He sat with his eyes closed and his head pointed up, towards the sky. It had been a long night, a cold one to be precise. The sun was finally up, it was time to soak in a bit of light, a tad bit of hope along. He leaned forward on his chair in the balcony, looking between the crammed up buildings to catch a glimpse of the rising sun. He smiled to himself, amused and embarrassed about his own thoughts that pent up like the lone skyscraper in the night. The shine and the sheer magnanimity somehow felt diminished opposite to the rising day.

‘It wasn’t that big a problem’, he thought to himself as he poured out the egg on to the pan for an omelette.

‘Let’s make it cheese then!’, he chuckled.

Mr. Writer

‘Purpose is essential but the journey is quintessential’, I typed out after a dozen trials.

‘It’s too clichéd and frankly, doesn’t make any sense?’, Tara shouted.

‘Weren’t we in a fight?’

‘Yes we are but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want my guy to look like a wannabe’.

‘Seriously! How do you…why do you think so?’

‘Because it is what it is’, she replied as she went back to her desk. It was already 9 in the morning, I had pulled an all-nighter completing one of my client’s projects. Now I sat glued to my laptop, looking at the blank screen and trying hard to reignite the old tryst with writing again. It was already a couple of months that I had written anything while everything that came out sounded so artificial, like the one above.

‘Don’t force it on yourself. You’re a much better writer than that’, she added.

‘Okay, mohtarma. You win.’

She let a smile pass by but it was there for only a moment. The very next, I saw her charging towards me with her eyes widened and her finger pointing towards me.

‘Mister do get this one straight, being kind is my nature, however, don’t mistake it as forgiveness. The fight is on. So don’t get all emotional and cry about it later.’

‘Wait, why do I see a role reversal here. You telling me not to cry. Seriously, you?’, I chuckled as I kissed her on the cheek before crashing onto the bed.

‘I am off to sleep. Don’t wake me up early, even if you are bored or angry or both.’

‘Good Night Sweetheart’, I called out as she waved and focussed back on to her screen.

A couple of hours passed by.

‘Ryan, wake up! Do you know what Riya did?’

‘What? Even she didn’t let her guy sleep in peace?’

Before she could say a word or even get back up, I pulled her close into my arms, hugging her, ‘You’re sleeping too!’.