Night Stories

Thursday, 16 March 2017

The No Backspace Project started a few years ago when my mother gifted me a typewriter. Away in the little corner of my room, my fingers were not merciful with the obstinate key top. I loved rolling the platen knob, seeing how my words leapt into the next line. Though I seemed to be in control, the typewriter had its share of command too, it made me a very broody writer. I used to hear each word in my mind and convinced myself to follow my stream of my conscience.  At first, it was a challenge to just write whats on my mind without editing it but soon became liberal.  All until, the typewriter’s ribbon dried out and it lead to random babblings.