When one of your  best buddies had a reason for his undue late reply , you would put aside two moments of wondering . Your internet persona may just put up  blue ticks . The subtitle of " typing " to your name that serves as a teaser to your active part in online texting , is yet to put up its dot followed apparition . A small breather from the routine , creeps into the open door . You can feel the musty familiarity grasping your hands sweating in the heat of this mental effort . So many broken glasses winking a dust stained smile at the creaking of steps . The wooden reveries that one particular much awaited but yet unexpected response brews in summer of times . The cobweb eavesdropping on the creases that line up your forehead . Swinging with the gentle breeze of your unsettled movements . Tinkling a souvenir of moth skeleton _ dream catcher in your imagined time . A bead of perspiration was so much fitting but you were like so much of the ordinary ,you weren't the speciality you thought you were . Weighed down by the rocky pebbles of self conceit , you only manage a bare couple of ripples . You were yet to learn the art of letting go , of setting your breath free even in the tensest of the times . So much was still left to anchor you . You had yet to loosen up , to float from depths of overthinking to that horizon of superficial bliss . Many more hours were yet to whip you up like a cream , until you could bob up on a placid lake of honey .

               " Don't mind , bro , but I had to take a break from everything and sorry to say , it even included you "

              
                  You couldn't call these words as a cryptic conglomeration that merits such moments of scuba diving into the coraline borders of your soul . Such simplicity was to rare to come by . Everywhere , all around you , the horns of sarcasm beeping , the troll faces bleating , the memes smirking at their hierarchical superiority . But , school friendships weren't yet molded with such Colors .

                 " And what did the vacation do for you ? "

                   You have managed to type . But your highly censored thought process , keeps going on and on . Revising the reply . You jolly we'll try to chalk out the conversation in your mind . You have got the frame that you want it to go into . Then your dwarf wise man called thumb , does the judgement deliverance . The reply wasn't  a one to keep the attention glued . You have to prune your sea of gyri and sulci from the weeds of clichés ,grey cells . Or even better you can put yourself into a vacation mode . Label it " writer's block" and , oh you still won't get away from such nuanced monotony . You had keep playing with expected approaches . Oh , twisted spaghetti seated in the globe above , its all about the Bohemian approach . And you are whisked away from the recess of wooden panels and damp sounds .

                  " Writer's block ,eh ? "

                 " Please , oh please , you could have spared me the opportunity of it . I so wish I could but I guess , you have it all figured " .

                 " Oh , no go on . I have had only made out the title of novel , the story is yours to tell "

                 " Well , its already 1 am , not a terribly tiny tale that  I can vouch for  , are you sure ? Or I could just put up a voice message ''

                  " You have set the skies black , I daren't miss the rains you have been sweating for ."