"I'll write", He said. He was none other than Charlie ever so messy and clueless about the world outside and the struggle ongoing for success, Life was a rat race but for him life was easy, slow and soothing quiet similar to that of a poet or a writer who see art in everything, whereas, seeing art in everything itself is a skill which was not in his skull. Nevertheless he always used to wear unbranded cloths and ragged shoes so he was not used to 'tags' neither price tags nor brand tags but just one tag was stuck to him and that was of a FAILURE. Charlie did never gave it damn, but one day while walking by down the lane he saw an old bearded man sitting and staring something motionlessly as a corpse. He took a step back and a bit of terror sized him but then he noticed the old man's eye blink. Huh!! He sighed a sigh of relief... His dumb brain thought of him as a dead man. He went to him and asked him "What are you doing here sir?", The man replied "None of your business". Charlie was disgusted by the reply as he felt that it was rude enough for him to stop interrogating further. But still he thought of giving it a last try and questioned "What are you looking at?" The old man answered "I am a writer by profession I am just trying to find the poetic beauty in this scenery!". Charlie was quiet impressed to hear that! He replied "Okay sir, Sorry to disturb you!" and started walking... He crossed the river bridge and got settled on a bench where his thoughts of being a writer were concrete now.
The very next day he managed to get an old type writer and some papers and found a cliff side where clouds seemed to cover those beautiful shy mountains who refuse to show them off. He stared the scenery the way like the old man did, He thought the staring made the difference... He once heard someone say that 'Beauty is in the eyes of the watcher'. No wonder he was trying to do the same to become a WRITER! But soon he realized some major ingredient was missing and that was creativity. Charlie wondered where can he find creativity and how can he en gulp it so that his nerves flow creativity. In this deep thought, while he was walking back he noticed another man sitting the way that old man did the only difference was he was quiet young. He walked up to him and asked " Hey! young guy why are u sitting here in such a saddening positing?", The young boy replied sarcastically in an agitated manner "Because I am a bipolar poet and I write sad things", Whereas, He was grieved by the fact that his lady love deserted him and to him the world was on the edge of extinction. Charlie being the ultimate moron took the words of him seriously and thought of asking him "Where did you brought creativity from?" The boy was extremely frustrated by such ugly questions and replied " The enchanted holy pool". Before Charlie could further annoy him he out-spaced from there.
Charlie began to think where might be this pool? How would he find it? How would he reach it? He began to search something called as 'the enchanted holy pool', He investigated the entire scenario and did not even found an evidence of such a pool with such a strange name. Charlie got exhausted and finally decided to dig one and name it " The enchanted holy pool". The next major hurdle for him was where to create this water body. He roamed like a wanderer day and night just find a right place to fit that pool. Eventually, he went out of ideas and thought of consulting his 'So called friend cum neighbor' Mr. Thomas. He knocked at his door, KNOCK KNOCK! "Whoz it?" Came a voice from inside certainly the voice was of Mr. Thomas, "It's me! Charlie", He said. Mr Thomas although had a neighborly love with him but used to find him quiet insane. With a wrinkled forehead and deep heavy sighs he opened the door and faked a smile "Hey Dude! What's up?" He asked.
"I need to consult You for something" Charlie said and told him the entire story.
Thomas nodded in disguise but thought of continuing the joke and suggested him to dig one at the near by plot. So he can fetch a bucket of creativity everyday. Charlie was happy and gay about the suggestion and yelled madly in joy! He thanked Thomas and jumped out of the place in hurry.
Charlie brought his tools and started scraping the nearby plot , Soon it was clean to be dug. He solely started digging a huge pond. Months passed by but he regularly went there and used to dig at least a truck. Soon he managed to create a huge pond which was made by him. And there came the Monsoons, The city witnessed heavy rain and the pool filled up with fresh rain water. Charlie was delighted to have his own pool, made by him filled with water alias creativity. He nailed a hoarding there stating " The enchanted holy pool".
He then used to fetch himself a bucket of pool's water, bathe with it and used to feel enriching and more creative. He started writing.....but some absolute shit which no idiot on the Earth would enjoy reading. Some days passed by, he practiced writing and could see himself evolve as a writer whereas he was not even close to one. One day when the sun was quiet dull and the mood quiet gloomy he heard a cracking knock on his door. He rushed to open the door, He saw two cops with a letter in their hands. "What's wrong officers?", He asked. "How dare you conquer someone else's property that too so shamelessly, The owner of the property Mr. Jhon has reported you, You are arrested gentleman " One of the cop said in a thunderous voice. The other cop explained the numb brain the entire matter and dragged him to the police station. Quiet cumbersome the feelings was for him. He was then presented in front of court and was sentenced a year's imprisonment for unauthorized acquisition of someone else's property.
Poor guy was put behind the bars, days passed by depression started shielding him as no friends or relatives showed up for a supportive shoulder. The plenty of time he had in the prison he spent it penning down his feelings , experiences , lessons and emotions. This one thing came as a survivor for him in his lonely time. Now, what he wrote was compassionate and heartfelt. And so did the day came when he was supposed to be out of the dark and lonely hell. He was excited and joyous about the fact that he was set free and could enjoy the light and the sun outside completely forgetting about his work which he authored. The prison authority found those papers and had an idea of publishing them with the title "Inside a prison- A story of self discovery", this might give JAILS a glamorous touch ending up people to crave to know more about prisons.
The book was quiet a delight. People , critics and co-writers loved the content. The so called convict or Charlie became a big name now. He was paid huge bucks as royalties. Who knew that one day this CLUELESS WRITER will become a FLAWLESS WRITER and creativity will cost him a year of imprisonment.