I dreamed of writing something beautiful.
A perfect piece, in calligraphic writing.
With every t slashed and every i dotted, with no disheartened strikes and no irate ink blotches.
A piece that gently embraces the poetry of punctuation and the rhythm of line breaks.
Where the beginning, the middle and the end, mesh and flow with sing-song continuity.
A brand-new topic with wholesome ideas to sharpen the sword of the reader’s mind.
Where just the right amount of curiosity is evoked and the knotted clues unravel, in the style of ballet spins.
A train of thought, where every metaphor leads to the next stop.
An untraversed path, and the novelty it brings.
A piece that is the writer’s dream and the reader’s release, with its fresh breath of air.
I dreamed of writing something beautiful, and I ended up here.
Copyright © Roshni Ramanan
Writer’s note: Chasing an ideal leaves us in limbo, as the shadow of the “perfect” is a giant blockade to progress in our path. So, forget the end product. It is the enlivening journey that truly renders joy.
This post was inspired by the fact that I put a lot of pressure on myself to write a really good post because I’m posting here after so long. Then, I realised that the writeup isn’t my dream. Writing is.