24 June 2012
After spending an evening at my aunt’s house, I thought I had an idea for another blog post. I didn’t know what I would actually write – I had just one line.
When we were about to leave, my aunt asked me if I needed a diary. “I have a plain unruled diary. If you want, you can take it”, she offered. It was kept on a coffee table near a wall. I picked it up, and flipped through it. It had a quotation on each page, and there were no lines. I kept it back.
“I do need a diary, but I need it for taking down class notes. I wouldn’t want to use such a good diary for that!”
“Oh you want one for taking notes? I have just the thing, then!”
I came away holding a thick, black spiral bound book. After reaching home, I placed it over the cupboard. And I just stared at it. What would I do with this?
The pages had such a smooth texture. There was absolutely nothing written inside. No days, or months, or quotations, or fancy designs. Just thin lines. To add to it, there were colour coded tabs running along the sides. It was so beautiful.
It was not meant to be filled with random notes that I wouldn’t bother to look at. It was not supposed to be sold to the scrap dealer once the pages were filled. It was meant to be preserved.
I was scared to open it. To write on it. What if I made a mistake? I had three such books, lying unused, inside the cup board, for the exact same reason!
After spending hours wondering what to do, I told myself, “That’s enough! It is just a bunch of pages. Break out of it!”
I picked up my black pen, and started writing. I didn’t bother about the subject. I wanted to just write. To feel the pen slide on the paper, for no reason. I wrote random sentences. The more I wrote, the more I wanted to write. It seemed as if water was trying to burst through a small hole in a dam.
What I wrote, didn’t matter. But the sight of the beautiful paper, being written on, thrilled me!
After several minutes of writing, I forced myself to stop.
I had filled a few pages with words, I would not even bother to read again. But it looked beautiful!
Musings of an eccentric mind 