Bhai was happy today. He didn't have to wake up early to book the bath. When he had silently slid off his bed earlier in the morning, he glanced at the crumpled little bundle wrapped up in a quilt on the next bed. "Oh, so she still is in bed," he thought happily. Tip-toeing out of the room, he could already smell mother’s busy kitchen. Ignoring the grumbling of his tummy, he decided to climb up the stairs to the terrace. That was his refuge. From mother’s constant fretting and father’s silent non-approving glances! But what was making Bhai grin today was the fact that he knew he had the terrace all to himself for at least an hour! Sister was still sleeping… and with her was their Doggy.
Beginning a story that has been running around in your head is easy. So, I started with the easy bit... even wrote a few pages. I knew what my characters were going to be like. I vaguely knew how I wanted the plot to proceed. I knew I wanted to keep writing. But I stopped. I stopped after I had filled a few pages with my scribbling. I stopped not because I couldn't write any more, or didn't know how to go ahead with the story. I stopped writing because I simply couldn't manage to find time. I needed quiet time alone to be able to give shape to my thoughts.
Sometimes I wish I could just give up on work, stay away from the daily grind for a bit, and finish what I started. But I know I cannot do that. At least not yet. I cannot write in bits and parts... it simply kills the unrestrained flow of the story. So, do I kill the story completely? Or wait for a time where I can keep writing?