Express Wash

If the linen of your heart
is dirty, get an express wash

If the fabric of your mind
is damp, get an express wash

When the threads of life
become fragile
When love desserts you after a while
When you feel alone and lonely
get an Express Wash!

“Hahahaha! Express wash is an option on the washing machine and you’re making it sound like a drink. What’s the pub called? Overhaul!” said Tushar, laughing and brushing back his mop of hair from his brown eyes.

“My imagination has absolutely deserted me.” said Sagar lying on his back, looking up at the sky. “My mind is blank and I’m filling it with the shapes of these white fluffy, fleeting clouds.” He slowly closed his eyes.

The content writing for a chocolate brand had totally exhausted him. The client was very finicky. He wanted different flavours of the chocolate to mean different notions of love. It had to be done in a lighthearted manner and meant for all age groups. After five attempts, Sagar was able to hit jackpot! Every attempt had led to more suggestions, changes……till finally, Sagar wrote what he wanted and the client absolutely loved it!

Sagar was done writing for others. He wanted to write for himself now. An idea had been forming in his mind, a story taking shape. He would have to set aside time for it and be disciplined about it. His blog and his work took up a major chunk of his time and then life kept getting in the way. Did he have what it takes?

Writing for children wasn’t as easy as it sounded. It’s harder than writing for adults. It demands more clarity and needs to be more engaging. Will he be good enough? Will his work even be read? Such questions kept penetrating his headspace.

“Are you asleep?” asked Tushar, nudging him with his toe

Sagar’s eyes flew open. “I think I need to write about the girl Mishal and her pet rabbit and the concept of overcoming grief! It’s all coming to me now. You were right about gazing at the sky, Tushar. It works!”

“So glad that you’re enthusiastic about your book; but first, I think you need an express wash!” winked Tushar, mischievously!

Story by Harshi

Featured pic by – Alex Machado on Unsplash

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