Crumpled Déjà Vu!

He crumpled hundreds of sheets of paper in his mind trying to put the exact picture he had in his mind on to an imaginary paper. And ‘backspace’ was the most used key on his keyboard whenever he sat in front of his laptop to type. Scratching his head while fighting with all his vocabulary he had known, it was all about starting that story or a thought in a right way. He knew a day would come when he would run out of ideas to write about. This was almost that day.

Different moments with many people at many places flashed across the projector in his mind just like the images one sees while re-winding a movie to watch it from some point all over again. He would randomly stop at one of those images and play that scene from there in his mind. ‘Ah ha! This is it! I will write about this moment!’ he would think. One more crumpled paper was not far to be seen he would add some imagination of his to that moment he was writing about with a fake charm that may sound genuine to a reader. ‘Oh yeah! That’s how a perfect moment for this story should look like’, he smiles at his imagination. He had created the perfect characters and the perfect locations within his mind for all of his write-ups till date. And a perfect way to express happiness, sadness, confusion, excitement, nervousness and funnier self of himself. So all in all it was a perfectly complicated mind he was living with, which was striving to create a perfection in imperfections too.

He went on to experience and live in those perfectly perfect and imperfect moments he had created for his stories with the people he met, places he went and moments he created.

They asked why he smiled at few worse moments?

They never knew that he was living in his imagination.

He never told any what Déjà Vu was all about.