‘The old typewriter had a mind of its own,’ whispered the dealer when I bought it. That had excited me when I bought this typewriter. I was going to start my novel on this one. I was hoping the typewriter will help me type out some stories, help me describe some grandiose places. I planned to put in about 2000 words in a day. It meant that in a month’s time I should be done with my first novel. And then I would publish it. I was sure it would be a bestseller. And soon some filmmaker would want to make a movie from the book like Harry Potter. That would have silenced my nagging wife.
Back to the present, I pressed the letter ‘O’ and it typed out ‘P’. I wanted to type ‘Once’ and it came out as ‘Pmvr’. I shifted the handle to go to the next line. Instead, it scrolled and left 5 blank lines.