The Business of Writing

I woke up to the alarm at the ungodly hour of 5 am however with no less godly intention of putting in 1 hour of 'writing.' you see, i believe i'm a writer. a great cause comes with great obstacles--my wife, who I mean is an obstacle in this case. the wench wanted me to come and sleep beside her while i was summoning up all my will power to stay awake to my brand new cause of writing. I cast an evil angry glance at her, rubbed my eyes and said to myself, "no way." If I gave in now, I won't be getting up any time soon!

Then next came my daughter. The little vixen never gets up at 5 in the morning, but this day, she decided to not only get up but also, poor thing, threw all the food up and was bawling like nobody's business. Now, how does a lazy, sensitive writer go about the business of writing? Add to that the biological compulsions of going to the toilet especially after a weekend of senseless gorging. It leaves all of 20 minutes of the 1 hour I've designated to writing.

Now that I've settled down, what do I write about? Hmm, maybe first, I should take a minute or two to wake up my muse. Its been a long time though. i'm dead sure she is pissed off with me. I first need to close my eyes and take a deep dive. Guys, this is a place you have never been. It is quite beautiful. There in the center, in pitch darkness, sits my muse. I float toward her, my eyes burning with no other thought but of seeing her divine grace. my lovely muse. she is wearing the same old red saree with a golden border; head bent in a shy posture, sitting utterly still in the middle of my universe, clasping one upraised knee with her hands bedecked with ornate rows of bangles. As I approached her, I could easily sense she was not in a kind mood. While I was immersed totally in her beauty, I didn't see it coming. I heard a thud! And a sharp pain against my temple. She threw her sandal at me and it hurt! Ouch! I started falling in space and I soon lost my consciousness...

After an eternity, I woke up. It was very nice and soft. I did not want to open my eyes. The experience was very familiar. I knew my head was in her lap and everything was alright. I could feel her hand caress my forehead, and I could hear soft sobs escaping her lips.
'Stop pretending to sleep you rascal. I know you are awake.'
Not very flattering this morning, huh?'
You don't even deserve a place here.
Ok. ok. I know it has been a long time. But you know, it is all your fault. Who asked you... well, what I mean is, it was you who sent me off to be a man, earn two cents, and all that. I just got caught up all this while doing that. And you know what, I started grinning, in the process, I also happened to become a father. her name is arushee.
'I know.' suddenly, my muse's face was all shining and radiant. 'god, you are so shameless, you didn't even bother inviting me.
'But surely, you were there?'
'Yes, I was there. You don't have to call me, insensitive, lazy ass that you are because I wouldn't miss anything half as beautiful as that. You know I was there, right inside when she was being brought out into this world? It was I who held your wife lovingly in my hands as it was quite painful. Now, don't go all mushy. You should have known I never will leave your side. It is you who forgets. Come on, don't be so silent. Its not such a big deal.'
'Yes. It is.' I shook my head slowly. How could I have missed this out so completely? Now I realize, they gave her anesthesia and she slipped into a nice warm sleep. Of course, she would have gone off to this, what should I say, other world. And who else would have taken care of her but my muse! She was away for a hour and the nurse came and told me it was a girl in that very silly way, 'its a baby girl!' Now which idiot would presume it is an adult girl? baby girl indeed.
'she is beautiful anil.'
'I know. she is the most adorable thing on this earth.' we were now sitting on this endless beach of white sand, under a palm tree, watching the great blue ocean, its tiny messengers crashing in waves and sometimes leaping out to touch our feet. Ah, this feels so nice. 'Its been a long time.'
'yes. you should come here more often. this place is boring without you anil.' I looked at her and smiled.
'Yea, I know I should come here more often. I'm lazy. You know that.'
'Don't worry. It's not that you are lazy. Its just that you were busy.'
I shook my head.
'No really. you will be alright. you will come back here more often. it is destiny.' I looked at her. I sensed she was seeing into the far future. Obviously I couldn't and kept quiet.