The Rain Bringer
By: Krishna Rg
Tags: Writers Block, Romance Novels, Writers On Writing, Romance

Words!

The powerful weapons that have changed the course of history many times.

Words mean the world to an aspiring writer making travels with the hundreds of plots running through his mind.

The narrator talks, characters play, situations come together, the plot thickens, and finally there is a story!

How fascinating this whole experience is!

But they all stay intact within my mind unless I put them on a paper.

There begins the battle!

The war inside my mind begins and my sword needs to keep sharp and intact!

Obviously, the blade is there, but sharpening it is a huge task.

The gift to write happens only when it does and I firmly believe it is a force of nature. May be nature had a plan.

And it all began to make sense once she stepped into my life.

If I narrate you the story, you wouldn’t believe it. Maybe it is meant to be so!

What happened to me was the exact opposite of a writer’s block.

The beautiful flow of thoughts, and excitement that of a teenager, and the comfort of conversing with a good soul.

Ohh, What more would a writer want?

I stumbled upon her profile through one of my friends and in that instant, I felt an urge to connect.

There are a million women out there on social media. What made this one special, you should be thinking!

She was a photographer portraying the life I always dream of, a world where I would teleport instantly, and one that is very close to nature.

Her portraits were so intense that the subjects started talking to me and they did tell stories.

The shades, the hues, and the originality of her photographs gave a whip to my brains, telling this is what art should be like.

Shortly, I started studying every post on her Instagram feed.

I could sense our views matching and I started developing huge respect for this inspiring lady.

I have been following her for weeks now and it is time for me to text her. But that suspense is a great feeling only a true romanticist would understand.

The pleasure in waiting for a reply opens doors of imagination. Behind each door, there lies the possibility of a different story.

I was positive she will reply. How good a writer can I be, if I can’t converse with a lady I admire?

My starter text was an opinion on one of her portraits and it took a day for her to get back.

We exchanged likes, shared comments, kept viewing the stories and on one fine day, the messaging escalated to the normalcy of friends.

The more we spoke, the more interesting she seemed.

Something in her, made my brains move the needle. I am not sure if it was her looks, her talent, or even her liking for good art.

True artists make connections with your soul and she was one.

It kind of felt like diving into the well of her thoughts and I feared I might not see the surface soon.

Maybe, that well is my writer’s space.

I don’t know where this thought came from. One night, I asked if I could write a poem for her and she being someone who respects every art, agreed instantly.

It had been weeks since I wrote something. I wanted to give my best words to her.

I thought for a minute or two and wrote my view on one of her portraits and it turned out well.

She mentioned I had the real talent to write a poem instantly.

But little did she know that I had swallowed many lines that express my admiration for her.

It was one short poem. But the way in which I wrote, felt like there was a brimming energy rushing into my blood, making me write at my best.

My enthusiasm to make more conversations with her keeps increasing.

I am intrigued by the mystery that lies in her past, her intellect on life, all this together made my sapiosexual mind go high at times!

Many times I feel attracted to her. For a few moments, I think I am infatuated. Beyond all this, I see a god sent connection.

The best part is, we haven’t even spoken about us!

I get into a time capsule whenever I see a notification from her and there begins a sheer possibility of a journey together.

I don’t know where this is going!

Maybe she likes me as a friend. Maybe, I am just an excited writer typing to please her.

Or maybe, I am just living a short dream.

Giving her a piece of my heart isn’t gonna hurt. Will it?

But, what if she doesn’t want it? What if she never asked for this? Worst of all, what if she finds me repulsive?

I guess time will narrate me the rest of the story to happen. Or, she might tell it if she reads this note!

Now that I am getting to know her better, she is starting to mean something to me.

She could be an angel tapping her magical feathers to make me feel special. I need to make the most of this relationship.

Just like the smell of rain, she blossoms in my creative mind space. Every drop of her thought wets my draughty mind and sows the seeds of wordly wisdom.

I simply don’t want my brain rains to stop. If they do, I will need her - My rain bringer.

I don’t know what will happen in the coming days, but my heart says — she is here to stay!