For the first time I wrote the title before I keyed in a single word of my story. Isn't it usually the other way around? Or had I got it all wrong? While I was grappling with all these, I figured that I had reached halfway down my story. You must be wondering what I am talking about. I am talking about the story that will be unfolding soon in your mind. The story about writing the title before the story. Think about it. Is there really a theory behind this whole process? Something that can help me write better? Or will. It help you read better? Think.
I have to write. Those were the words that escaped the dying man's lips. He was found lying unconscious near a mountain of blank paper. His autopsy revealed over exhaustion as the reason. But what did he want to write so badly that it killed him, no one knows. The task was designated to the junior cop who was part of the investigation team. Let's call him Namura. So here we are with Namura in a room with the mountain of blank paper. He is awed as to why should there be so many papers near a dying man. He picks a sheet on the top. He studies it. It's as blank as blank papers can be. No pencil or pen has violated its virgin whiteness. Namura thinks of the white bed sheets back home. He is tired. All he wants is to crash on his bed. He feels angry about the whole situation. Here I am, staring at a blank piece of paper, wondering why someone who wanted to write so badly didn't write a single word, while the whole world is sleeping on their comfy beds. He wanted to tear the ...
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