Shristi's P.O.V

"Holy-"

Controlling myself, sucking the blood that oozed out of my finger I walked towards the cupboard in search of a band-aid. The songs played by the non-living T.V circled my ears accompanied by the running water in the kitchen. I rushed to the kitchen after placing a band-aid on my finger and offed the tap. Stumbling on my way to the dining table I finally settled on a chair and re-read the letter that was stuck to the fridge.

Early shoot again, sorry will be back by tomorrow evening. I see, you're working on a new script! Best of luck! Don't overwork yourself. Take care :)

Sighing I ate the burnt dosa and stared at the blank word on the laptop. Every word, every line, every paragraph I type has the same fate- my index finger falls back on that 'delete' button. Exhausted by this block I tried to gulp it down with a glass of water. Brainwashed by my own self procrastination I stared at the window.

Blazing and firing gold rays peeped through the white blinds. Drop by drop cold sweat prickled down my spine. I guess summer's heat totally occluded my gate of creations.

Frustrated, I closed my eyes. Memories of childhood flooded and are being slowly played by my brain. Who needs a screen, when your brain can be one? I put my head down and wondered what an oblivious mind would do? Can a person live without memories? Before I could get answers darkness embraced and gave me comfort.