A writer faces a midlife crisis when he finds himself unable to write anymore. However, his predicament arises not out of the Writers’ Block but due to a disability
“It’s strange that you can’t write anymore,” said Noel.
“Even more so since I’m a writer,” said Vikram disgruntledly.
“You put in so much effort to go to Japan and learn the language. All the good work undone by a measly stroke!” Noel twitched jokingly.
“Well, it’s not like I knew I was going to have a stroke.”
Noel mellowed his voice and smiled at Vikram in a consoling manner. “Strokes are more common than you think, Vikram.”
“Yeah, but losing your ability to write because of a stroke isn’t that common!”
A person breaks his neck and dies in the most ridiculous manner. He chooses to recount the tale to a small audience in return for getting a chance of avenging his death. But what awaits him is more than laughter.
The window was open just enough to let in the cool air. The attic was empty save for its two occupants.
“How long will you continue sitting there brooding to yourself?”
“What else is there to do, Tony?”
“I don’t know, get a life maybe!”
I turned to look at Tony. He lowered his head and put his hand on his forehead. The ridiculousness of his suggestion embarrassed him more than it surprised and humoured me.
“You know that’s not possible,” I said. I moved my hand from under my chin and let my head drop. It was difficult to look at Tony from the position my head was in, but displaying my broken neck helped me make my point.