Story of a writer not being able to write a story Ever heard of it? Well, read it in the caption if you haven't #yqbaba #story #yostowrimo #unabletowritestory #chitstory My heart finally flipped, flipped for the ordinary looking, simple, bulky bespectacled guy next door. God! He won me over with his humour. I would be in splits everytime we met. He never failed to tickle my funny bone. He was a well known writer and a poet too. I knew nothing about poetry, in fact I used to dislike poetry and found it too dry. Soon enough Thomas, the cute guy, was spending more time with me and I knew that he was in love with me tho' we never expressed our feelings for each other maybe coz we were aware that his parents who were staunch Catholics would never agree to our match for stupid religious reasons. After Thomas met me, he would pen poems that I knew had traces of our love. My eyes yearned to see his name in print and my heart kissed every word that was published. However, of late, his regular columns in the papers were very irregular, in fact for two weeks there was absolutely no article appearing in his name. 'What was the matter? Had the publication refused his articles?' this thought kept at me and I was feeling morose, unable to concentrate on my work. How is it possible that the one who was adept in writing short stories and had a couple of novels in his name, lose his magical touch? We were regularly in touch of course, but lately since he too seemed unsettled and somewhat disturbed, I had decided to maintain a dignified silence on this subject.
