KEY - EVIDENCE

 

The lifeless and tailless mouse with clickable ears sat right to the laptop—screen with a blank document1 page waiting for a fascinating story to be engraved. Thoughts of mine roamed and touched the incidents which could be turned into an interesting fiction, while the mouse missed its partner—keyboard, which rested back in the house cupboard, about ten steps away from me.

        For an author, a room without any, whitewashed, sitting right in the middle of the room, free-flowing thoughts—millimeters from heaven. A desk pulled closer to my legs, hands on the mouse and eyes on the wall. Rounded with newly white-painted walls, clean room with no one ever lived.

        We are about to shift into our new house, just a few steps from the old. Its about 12 O clock in the night, I locked the old house and stepped into the new, to witness the calm and take the advantage of peace. The bright reflecting closedness took me into the world of emptiness—where everything can be fictional.

        My fingertips haven’t felt the laptop yet, my mind was still on an adventure of fetching fascinating quickies of life. Switching to ’Book Antique’ font and size of 18, I was ready to enter my title—EVIDENCE.

        I was benumbed, seeing alphabets being automatically appeared on the white word screen. One after the other, included symbols, numbers, and sometimes backspaced too—all without my contact with the laptop keyboard.

        I always liked pulling the table, till touching my legs, when I type. But now I pushed it with great force—went sliding feet away. Jumping near the entrance door, I kept staring at the continuing typing.

        The metal door nob added cold to my shivering body. Though the popping up of letters rested for a few minutes, it began back—simultaneously fastening my blood pumping.

        Now the white walls scared me, made me scream out for people, I hated the land of emptiness, and millimeters from heaven turned Kilometers. “Think for a second,” the author in me enlightened. All I need is peace of mind, but in another perspective from the previous.

        The red blinking light from the bottom-up-sided mouse on the floor—fell with the push of the table, waked me up from all the bad thoughts running. Soon my thoughts came straight, in the chain with the mouse, the keyboard struck me. “Yes, the wireless keyboard,” I screamed out loud.

        Soon I ran past the under-construction gate and took not more than ten steps in reaching home back. The door still held the lock, quickly opening it, I unlatched into the bedroom. It was calm, which I still hated. My body felt like a cold egg from the refrigerator being dropped into steaming water to boil. Hot air touched and felt me alive. The dark shades and fine light from the ventilator confirmed the cupboard was open.

        For an instance, I failed to remember the position of a light switch. Just a moment passed and I pulled out my torch.

        In between the large concentric circles of light, a cat was playing on the heap of files, under which the wireless keyboard was lying.

“Rotten dead Phoebe’s mother,” a Friends fan inside me, used humor again as a defense mechanism.

Later my title turned KEYBOARD-EVIDENCE, shortly KEY-EVIDENCE