This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 28; the 28th Edition of the online marathon of bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic of this month is 'BLANK PAGES'.
Blank pages are intimidating. You sit down with a pen in between your fingers, hoping to grasp one of those ideas floating around you. 9 out of 10 times you fail. The level of the ink in your pen has not dropped, and the blank pages are as empty as the look in your eyes. You turn that page only to find another blank one staring right at you. What did you expect to find? A story written there all ready? You laugh. You laugh because you are desperate. There has to be something! One story, just one! But whenever something flashes behind your closed eyelids, it sounds...or looks familiar. And you want something new.
You glance at your pen. You know its ridiculous, but its as if the pen has been silently begging you to splash its colour all over those pages. And you know the pen is now disappointed in you.
And so are the white sheets. They don't want to be left unwritten on. You run your fingers over the whiteness, as if consoling them. The smoothness surprises you. Oh the joy of writing on them! Only if you had something to write about.
The time is running out. You pick that pen up, grip it tightly, close your bloodshot eyes shut and write. You don't know the words. You don't want to know. You just want to fill those blank pages up....and you do.
After a while, it could be a second or an hour, you lift those tired heavy eyelids up and witness the most beautiful story one could ever imagine.
You smile. Those blank pages are not blank anymore.
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