Two women

Two women

Reena and Rosie are writers. Both are word miners who dream to paint their worlds with words. Rosie is young and her writing style, akin to her vivacious persona, is full of hope. Her optimistic eyes envision a world that is filled with beauty and magnanimity. She lives in a big city, alone, far away from the prying eyes of her family. Her independent spirit and abundant love for life reflect in her writings too. She writes about joy, enthusiasm and everlasting love. Her friend Reena, who is older and little jaded by life, views the world differently. She is self-effacing, sometimes a tad stoic too, and would shy away from compliments. Weary from walking on the stormy seas of life, she tries to find her muse in the mundane. Her stories are about people and their perpetual quest to find meaning and purposefulness in the daily humdrum. She believes love is a necessary component but there are things that could be far more important or perhaps paramount in making one’s life worthwhile. People change, and so does love.

Unlike Rosie, who is quick and spontaneous with her work and doesn’t dwell long on her stories before presenting them to the world, Reena spends hours and sometimes days to draft a single tale. In her mind, she would constantly search for the perfect word to ensnare a particular emotion. She is extremely brutal with her work and strongly believes in the strength of clean prose. Not a word, punctuation or a sentence would go unnoticed from her magnifying editorial skills. In her relentless pursuit for perfection, she sometimes loses focus and goes into a phase of creative lethargy or inactivity where her hyper-critical self would goad her to give up.

“You are too hard on yourself,” Rosie would say. Reena would respond with a smile and quickly dismiss these words in her mind. She is aware that good friends often feel obligated to praise or encourage each other in situations like these. This selfless display of kindness and love is the primary rule of all friendships, she knows.

Despite the self-criticism and self-effacement, Reena harbours a desire in secret. She wants to be like Rosie. She may not always look very kindly at her occasional presumptuousness; a trait commonly associated with the frivolities of youth. But deep down, she wishes to be like her. She admires the ease with which Rosie introduces herself as a writer on her very first encounter with a stranger, the way she talks about her literary accomplishments with a hint of pride (very rightly so) to others. Reena hasn’t been able to master these attributes yet. She still hesitates while telling people that she excels in storytelling.

Regardless of the dissimilarities in attitude and personality, there is one thing that these two friends share in common. They both are talented and like any creative person in the world, they are hopeless egotistical bastards who are constantly seeking validation. They love to create and want their work to be read and appreciated. But, if you happen to ask them about their hunger for constant attention and appreciation, rest assured they are going to vehemently deny like all creative minds, confident or reticent, would.

Picture: Karina Carvalho via Unsplash

7 thoughts on “Two women

      1. Life’s been tough this side too! Demons et all!😣 And blogging every day is indeed a struggle!🥺
        Struggling, surviving anyhow!

        Hope things have gotten better at your end?❤️

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  1. As usual, there’s something very intense about your writing. The faster I read the more depth I feel. Somehow saved my evening coffee from getting cold 😉 … I only wish the names of the two friends might have been better to be more different for a better visualization of characters. Welcome back!

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