She knew that it didn't matter how many pages, drafts or posts she wrote, she could never be a memorable writer. Or even a writer.
But then again, she had never aspired to be either.
Like the consolation prizes given to the other children in the numerous talent contests where she had collected her trophies and ribbon wrapped first prizes.
But those trophies have been lost, misplaced or forgotten in some carton in the basement. A few sit dusty in a higher corner of her closet. And she'd done what she should have.
She had stepped down a few years ago, like an aged local beauty queen who knew it was time to hand over the crown.
And now she humbly stands in line to take away her consolation prize for her 'writing'.
A peace of mind.
12 comments:
ahhhh how melancholy...
loved the last line.
oh how very very nice..
Megha, Surabhi, fishy : :)
mmmm
''peace of mind''
Loved the last line...
mmmm, your writing seems to have a placidity about them, yet something seems to be going under the surface.
Interesting....
Confused: You're giving away too many of my secrets!
Next you'll say you knew the post below this was not what most readers would have first thought of.
Re: comment for the post below. Yes I see your point- I'll try to keep that in mind for the next post, since I usually don't edit my posts [lethargy and such, y'know?].
Thanks :)
brilliant Dee!
but na u shouldnt step down..cos u write very well and u have a honest and well-informed psyche.
I have a reply for u in my latest post Dee..that was an awesome comment! TY!
Keshi.
sounds... so close to your heart.. but so so far away..
hey you
Abhishek and Dee Iyer: :) Welcome
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ahaha it is called SPAM Megha. Stupid spammers- I don't want to introduce comment verification just as yet, it is annoying.
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