I just went through a marathon of exams. And one of the worst things that can happen in an exam is when you go BLANK. After hours and hours of studying, after scribbling and making notes, after reading with blood-red eyes, after sleepless nights, after those winter mornings where blankets seem like life’s purpose and at the end of such days and nights, you are not sure of what you have done but still you gather what’s left in you to give justice to your hard work and walk to the examination room, only to realise, that YES, you can go BLANK. But going blank is just a hanke. It’s a really clever way of diverting the blame, the blame for not being able to convert all your efforts into results.
However, I am diverting from the topic. Well, after this stream of thoughts, the word blank triggered the following blanks in my mind:
My first salary: ________
My first home: ________
My first job: ________
An accomplishment I want to cherish all my life: _______
Where am I going with the entire struggle and all my efforts in my career? : ___________
Will it be worth it? : ____________
Am I doing it right? : ___________
When you look at a blank; you want to figure out why there is a blank? For example, a reader might try to fill in the blanks in front of the above questions.
Blank generates curiosity. It is an interesting perception. It is not something negative. It is not harmful. In a way, it is an urge for something positive. It is driving force to complete.
Life is all about filling in these blanks. These blanks are equal to your needs and these blanks can be filled with people, money, peace, love, happiness, and so much more. Blank creates a void, a void that is required to be filled, it is a space, a space that demands attraction, it is an emptiness, an emptiness that exists but is, often, overlooked.
Blank People are not blank because they are unable to find a word to fill in. People are often blank because sometimes they are unable to find the most appropriate word to fill in.
Let me walk you through a blank verse,
You really want a blank,
You switch to a song,
Concentrate on the music,
And the mesmerising sound.
You close your eyes,
And you concentrate hard,
Feel you are isolated,
Walking on the boulevard.
All you can see is a blank,
A dark blank, with shades of light,
And then the phosphenes,
And the way they fight.
Your blank and the phosphenes,
They play each other as your music rolls,
Now put your head back and rest it,
Let your mind free, exercise no control.
Slowly these phosphenes, they come together,
And fill your blank with crazy little shapes as your thoughts feather.
And the music will unfold,
And the phosphenes will fill your blank,
Reflect your mind,
May be with a companion, pretty or slank.
Or a long beloved memory,
Or may be a picturesque scene,
May be an imaginary world,
Or a life-long dream.
