The untouched morning newspaper lay on the center table with something scribbled on it. The writing expressed a sense of urgency suggested by the rise and fall of the alphabets akin to the readings of the heartbeat. Besides being used as a notepad, the newspaper had also served as a coaster. The dark brown circular impression on its surface added an interesting pattern to it.
Two dirty plates and a cup were balanced unevenly on top of each other in the kitchen sink. The bread crumbs on the kitchen slab drew the attention of a train of ants. The small, systematic crew looked like a neatly drawn black dotted line when viewed from top.
The wet towel was carelessly thrown on the chair. It was a sub standard apartment with no hint of luxury. There were just two rooms with a small kitchen. The apartment looked spacious for lack of furniture.
The stillness in the apartment seemed to magnify this spaciousness. For an individual feels more free with wandering thoughts and a mind with its own space to think and breathe.
Anurag sat on the window sill with an open notebook. The sun lit the tip of his ballpoint pen. It glowed like a sword ready to slice the thin air of doubt and hesitation that enveloped his thoughts.
A writer by choice, there was nothing more comforting for Anurag than the voice of his thoughts. He was never lonely because he always shared the company of his thoughts. For him, isolation was only a matter of choice.
But there are times when life has its own plans. It changes its course, sometimes to break the existing monotony, sometimes to make way for new beginnings.
Anurag’s struggling years were not yet over. He was unable to bear the rent expenses all by himself. So, he decided to let in a roommate. For somebody who is comfortable in the absence of a fellow human being, this was a tough decision.
Anurag had been restless since few days, thinking about his new roommate. Today he would not only meet him for the first time, but he would also be shifting in to Anurag’s apartment. Shifting in to occupy the space that he always selfishly enjoyed, not even shared with his parents. This mental shift was more significant than geographical one. What if his new roommate was not compatible with his thoughts? Anurag was unable to put an end to his thoughts that became more frantic with every passing hour.
Finally at around 5 o’clock in the evening, the doorbell rang. He took a deep breath and opened the door. A tall, lanky fellow with a handsome face smiled at him. He introduced himself as Rohan. Anurag greeted him and invited him inside the apartment. After showing him around, they both sat down for a cup of tea.
After a brief conversation that lasted only till the last drop of tea, both retired to their respective rooms. Anurag resumed writing. But it was not easy as he kept fidgeting with his pen. Suddenly the air in the apartment was filled with soft music. Every note from the guitar struck a chord of harmony and peace.
Anurag didn’t bother about the song that Rohan was playing. It must have been his composition. Anurag simply closed his eyes and let the music tune in with his imagination. He realised that this rhythmic streaming of his thoughts was the most beautiful thing that he had experienced so far. With every beat his imagination soared high.