An year flew by
In her new boring life
In the quest for engineering
She was losing her creative side

Stories were hard to write
Ideas were tough to come
All she could think
Was the square of those sum

Kavya, Ravi and Samar
All tried to cheer her up
But Deepa had become that bird
Who had slowly forgot to chirp

Studying about machines
She had herself become one
Just going through the motions
And no thought about fun

Something needs to be done
Samar thought to himself
He can't allow his favorite writer
To sink deep into a shell

He called up some numbers
Talked over with them
Whispering into the phone
He finalized his plan

"I've good news everyone,"
He announced next day
All three curious heads
Were waiting for him to say

"The city's hosting a competition
For the budding poets and authors
And I've already filled up the form
For our own aspiring author"

Everyone bubbled up
But she could just glare
Her mind battling the doubts
Do I still have that flair?

"No, no...I can't"
She kept on that chant
But her friends weren't listening
They'd already started their rant

The decision was made
Plots were made up
Two weeks from now
They dreamed of the victory cup

Samar grinned in the background
His plan finally working
But he had ignored the main player
The destiny that'd been lurking

It played its own hand
The college pre-poned their finals
Exam and the contest
They'd both become rivals

Now the dates clashed
There was a choice to be made
Will she choose exams?
Or will the writer in her invade?