“Writer’s block” these two words used to be my fantasy. I remember thinking like “what is it like to feel like? Is it even possible?” When I was almost half done with my book, my fantasy decides to turn into reality. In simple words, I’m stuck. It’s not as heavenly as I imagined it to be neither cursed. Not cursed because it saved me. Before my head used to be buried in financial reports of various companies while my heart used to calculate taxes. I was a funny creature, I must say. Now when I face writer’s block, it is actually the time when I am too curious to know what happens next. This one question “where to go from here?” starts spinning in my head like a movie. When I write two lines after two months every part of my body starts dancing. It doesn’t matter if it’s worth reading, but for me, there’s nothing compared to this feeling. I can say, it has been like finding a flashlight in a very dark room.