A BLUE SMILE

    I was sitting in front of an empty sheet of white paper for the past 2 hours with a fountain pen in my hand. I was surrounded by complete silence and darkness. A light in front of my table powered me the vision of the paper. There were hundreds of crushed white sheets around me. ‘How’s your progress?’ a popup glittered on my screen. ‘I couldn’t write even a single word for fuck sake.’ I replied. Blue ticks appeared, I knew what the reply would be. As I assumed, ‘Don’t worry, you’ll rock,’ was the reply. It was the nth time, I am getting this reply. I am a writer and I am suffering from something which a writer should not. ‘Fuck!’ I shouted and threw the pen I was holding. My hands were tapping the table and my eyes were staring at the empty white paper in front of me. A sudden breeze from nowhere blew off the papers from the table. It was my mom who opened the door to check on me. She took the broken pen and when she stood up, a paper came near her feet. It seemed like it was telling her to use it. She took the paper and came towards me, placed the paper and the pen on the table back. But, with a weight this time, to ensure it won’t fly off. Without uttering even a single word, she left the room and closed the door. The ink splattered from the pen created an arc on the door, that seemed like it was smiling at me. Instead of driving me crazy, that smile created a spark inside me. I took my broken pen and placed the nib on the paper and wrote, “A blue smile.”