Poetic Prose!

Ramesh loved words. The rhyming ones were his favorite. Thoughts of imagination - he had a few. They always came out in the language he considered pristine. He longed to write stories. But, unfortunately for him, they turned out - almost always - in the form of a poem. He yearned for a stream of words which could propel him in the direction of writing, albeit mundane, stories. He did not care if that, required him to write in a different language!

One fine day, Ramesh decided to put an end to his misery by writing a short essay describing his inability to write prose articles. And lo and behold! It looked like a story! He was overjoyed. It is another matter that nobody, apart from him, would consider it a story. But, this act had made him realize that he could also write something!

Ramesh was sipping a cup of late evening tea when he looked at the ominous dark clouds in the murky sky. He admired the way nature built those light clouds from the same water which formed the gigantic glaciers of the poles as well as the mighty oceans. He thought about the poetic sense of nature and wound up his 'story' with a smile.