1987: A Short Story

2350 HOURS

He pushed the door open, jolting the rubber stopper out of place.
Back in the corridor, a flickering light bulb had its beams of light dancing on the shards of broken glass on the floor.
Clearing his desk of all the stray papers with one swift move, he dropped the brown, premium leather briefcase on the desk with a thud, oblivious to the small tiny troupe of ants feasting on a crumb of a leftover doughnut from earlier. 1987 – the combination that was clicked into the briefcase. An inbuilt light illuminated the contents. Busy looking for something while wiping the sweat off his neck, the buzzing of his phone went unnoticed, as did the focusing laser beam in the centre of his forehead. However, the silhouette in the corridor did not. The man said something indecipherable, perhaps commenting on the silhouette’s appearance, or on his current predicament. Nonetheless, the bullet that found its way into his skull a moment later, had an altogether different message to convey.

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Two Sides

(Or, why Jai Vyas Writes lefts, but he’s here now so yay for that)

Realisations come slow. Acceptance comes with struggle. Especially when its about myself.

Its funny how some moments are so poetic. Its hilariously poignant, outrageously humbling. Whoever it is up there, writing this script is the best writer ever.

So, context. This thing you’re reading right now is me free-writing. Its not new but just something I’m trying after a long time. Its a writing technique where, quite simplistically, you just write. That’s it. Little to no mental editing, just getting it all down on paper (or the screen, whatever works).

I’m trying to get back to the basics. I lost my way somewhere.

Clearly.

My blog has maybe 5 updates in the last one year.

I don’t know what the right word is for my state of mind, but “satisfied” did not fit. I used to think that was good. To want to be more, do more.

I’ve learnt that everything does have two sides. The same thing that held me back, also propelled me forward. The same thing that made me doubt my writing, also made me explore a lot more in areas I never thought I would.

I’ve written some of my best works in the last year, and also some of my worst.

“The worst write-up a writer creates is the one he doesn’t write.” – Jai Vyas

Exhilaratingly turbulent‘, would be an appropriate phrase for my year. Maybe some day soon, I’ll write more about it. For now, let’s just stick to that phrase.


If you’re reading this and you’ve been a follower of this blog, I can’t thank you enough for coming back. If you’re new here, welcome! Its lovely to have you here! I hope you’re liking it so far.

Until next time,

Over and out.

(Old followers, you guys know I did this before Stranger Things picked it up. Not saying anything, but I came before. Again, not saying anything.)