28/03/2021
The post pandemic escapade and the premonition.
https://www.avdheytiwari.com/post/the-post-pandemic-escapade-and-the-premonition
On a dark mahogany desk, in the corner of this large airy room, lay a black keyboard specked with a fine layer of dust through disuse, at an angle against the edge of the wood that was painful to the OCD’d symmetry seeking eye. Behind it stood a stock monitor, of obscure Chinese make, bought on sale from the local supermarket, accompanied by a black laser mouse on the right, that had tagged along with it in the bargain. A carafe, an infinity bottle of scotch, home to an amalgamation of cheap and precious malts over the last couple of years of residence, peeked from behind the left side of the monitor, now 3 quarters empty with a settled dark amber liquid, pleasing to the eye, glistening against the mellow light of the lamp that stood on the other end of the monitor. He had quit this vice a few months ago, but he kept the carafe in plain sight to test his resolute, and to entertain the rare visits from limited acquaintances on this mediterranean island. The liquid had been his companion on many nights of solitude and writing, but now he had resorted to seeking company of the stars in the clear night sky, and the cooling air moistened by the gentle touch of the waves of the sea, a few hundred feet away, as it gently caressed his face as it passed him by on the generously sized verandah where he spent many a evening on a rattan chair, gazing at nothing in particular, just taking it all in.
But not today. There was a job to be done. He was under the clock to submit an article for the Sunday supplement in a prominent daily back home. ‘A piece that should capture the imaginations of the Sunday afternoon reader, a perfect long read for our digital print patrons.’, the editor had demanded. Writing fiction for dailies and other publications over the last few years had served him and his repute well, that afforded this little rental close to turquoise blue waters on this laidback paradise ....
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https://www.avdheytiwari.com/post/the-post-pandemic-escapade-and-the-premonition
On a dark mahogany desk, in the corner of this large airy room, lay a black keyboard specked with a fine layer of dust through disuse, at an angle against the edge of the wood that was painful to the OCD’d symmetry seeking eye. Behind it stood a stock monitor, of obscure Chinese make, bought on sa...
