Day 3 - C for Caught

Sometimes you cannot. You can try all you want, but it just doesn't happen, the thing that you want, the way you want it. Then you sit and wonder if Robert Bruce was a fraud. You scream at the top of your lungs, may be not literally, in fear of waking up the neighbors at the Godforsaken hour but you do the screaming inside your head anyway. You like the shackles of the letter, but you don't like it. Confusion weighs down on creativity and all ideas look substandard. You laugh at yourself for sounding so egotistic. How do you define 'substandard' in you head? It suddenly sounds as if you have high standards. You feel embarrassed. Belittled by your own inflated sense of achievement. You keep looking around, tracing the length and breadth of everything that falls in your eye span and then look inside that grey and trace the vastness of your thoughts or lack thereof. You think of a cushion, a cup, a crease, a crevice. Catharsis, culmination, credenza - Geez! Why credenza with catharsis? Just because it sounds intelligent or it starts with a C? You laugh - not at yourself this time but at the futility of this commotion for nothing. You manage to catch a word here, and a word there and string them into some content of sorts. A catch to avoid getting caught. A catch to catch up on a challenge, a catch to call it a creation and carry the weight of it on crazy chatter. 

You sound crazy, but all you care is for the commitment. The keyboard keeps clicking akin to a pencil with some physics added to it. 

You ask Robert Bruce to forgive you. Seriously. You wink and close your laptop screen. 

Picture courtesy - Chaithanya Kanni