There was a long Wednesday ahead of Jyoti. Life had been a rollercoaster for her. She had earned so much more than just wealth in the past three years when she had decided to write for a living. Her stories were rejected by many publishers but her iron will had pushed her to become a successful writer; touching many hearts. The journey she has taken to reach where she was a now had been a rough one.
Jyoti entered her room and lazily started browsing on her laptop. Whilst going through some files, she found a document, really old. It was labeled ‘The Fable’. The document must have come along when she had transferred all her files from her old PC. The Fable was the first ever story she had written when she was a mere 12 year old. She never really knew she could write until The Fable. It was a story she had written as a young kid for a stupid school project. The little kid back then might not have been as wise as Socrates but was as imaginative as Rowling. She decided to go through that little memory of hers. It revolved around a young caterpillar trying to find its true identity. Jyoti read through the story and could do nothing but laugh. Her writing was so juvenile back then! Her grammar wasn’t that strong and the framing of sentences was poor. At this stage, it barely even qualified as a drunk draft to her. She started correcting all her errors and modifying the story. “Now that’s better,” she giggled to herself after re-reading the not-so-drunk draft. Out of the blue, the doorbell rang.
She steadily got up to attend the door and clicked the red close button on the top right corner of her screen when a familiar window popped up. “Do you want save changes to ‘The Fable’?” it asked. With a smile on her face and partially in a state of nostalgia, Jyoti clicked ‘No’ instead of the usual ‘Yes’.
