Writer Anuj

“Next question please” first time he skipped the moment. He saw one more raised hand, the hand of a girl with two bangles, whose sound is very familiar to him. The frequency of this sound seems to match with the frequency of his heart beat… she was Shona. She started speaking as his eyes asked her, “Kabir, I don’t know what wrong is happening with me from last two months. Two months before, I was having a target; my M.D entrance exam. For last 5 years, I was having that target, it kept me working, it kept me moving. It never let me feel tired; it never let my passion left my body. But now I am aimless, now I don’t jump up from bed when I wake up in the morning, now I keep lying in bed without sleep. The work, I used to do as a prayer- treating my patients, now I can’t focus on that also. Now it also seems a burden to me. That target left a vacant space inside me. I don’t find anything that much worth to fill it. I know I need to set a new target but problem is, there is nothing

watch videos here Hey, Somya… call me when you are free… need your help… I am completely messed up!!! I saw the above text message on my phone when I reached home around 10 pm from office. It was from my friend Kabir. He is a writer so he messed up most of the time. If this message would be some else’s then I might call them right at the moment thinking that there might be some emergency. But I know Kabir and his messing up. He is a person who would not say I am messed up when he is in a problem, he says this when he is messed up with his words. So I took my time changed and had dinner and then called him.  “Hello, Kabir… how are you? What happened?” “I need your help Somya…” O god! not even a ‘Hello’! He is such a… Ok, leave it! He is like this. “Yeah say, Kabir.” “Listen Somya, I was writing something and I am completely lost now. I will give you a topic and you have to write on it. You have to pour everything in it whatever you think, know and feel about it.” He was speaking