“So about Amanda, how did you two meet?”, the interviewer asked me. I looked at Amanda, smiled, and uttered, “College. She was a year junior of mine, yet our love blossomed. I was totally smitten into her when I first saw her, and since then, she became my muse, and I just became hers.”. Amanda smiled back, blushingly. “Well, I can’t believe how exciting it must be to be married to a best-selling author”, the interviewer said laughingly. “It must be hard, from what I can see. I mean, our brains have made up a notion about how exciting it must be to related to someone who is famous. But what we don’t see the same sacrifices one made to make the other one famous. Take Amanda. When I decided to be a writer for a full time, she didn’t stop me, even though she knew that all the burdens and bills will come upon her. She stayed. For two years, I earned nothing. She didn’t complain even once. In fact, if I fell asleep on the laptop while writing, she would get me a blanket, and kiss on my forehead. Yes, Amanda, I was slightly awake usually, thinking about plots, to thinking about how I got you. Anyhow, Amanda was the one who would take me out whenever I would be tethered with the story or if I feel like I hit a roadblock. Just her talking to me would be enough for me to get stricken by something or the other and write another chapter or two. It’s not my book, but ours. And the credit goes to her more than it should go to me. I know how much I must hurt her over the tenure that I wrote the book. She would go out and earn, and come back and feed me. She would be visibly upset, but wouldn’t blame me for anything. I don’t know how I got her, but I’m glad I did. ‘Cause if it wasn’t for her, there would have been no me and you here in this cafe. It’s me who is privileged enough to have been married and has such a woman fall in love with me, ‘cause if not, I have no idea what I would’ve been up to. Amanda isn’t because of Aaron, but Aaron is because of Amanda. People consider writers to be a knight in shining armours with their words at right places, but I tell you writers are liars.
What actually makes someone’s day better is how the audience gets him, and for me, it was all about getting my wife all that she lost for those two years that I wrote this book. She is my knight in shining armour”, I said, standing up, and going to a teary-eyed Amanda, “and I wish to be hers, forever”, planting a kiss on her forehead. The interviewer smiled at us, as I hugged Amanda with all my strength. -SCAS. PS, Writing isn’t a solo task. It needs a lot of effort and motivation from everyone around. So I wish to thank everyone who helped me in making me who I am now. A budding writer, with dreams in his eyes.
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❤️I can't get over this
Keep writing dude!! You hv better future in it. 👍