A Draft...

A story emerges out of life or a life emerges out of a story is still an enigma. People share their views but this puzzle is yet to be solved. Many a times, a story is based on sheer myth; festooned with fantasy and revolving around frictional characters. 

 

 

Some of the stories are based on real life experiences; often enhanced by an underlying reality. There are other stories, which have been inspired by people around. The folks, with whom we interact, adore, know and occasionally mess up with. These are beliefs, which run amid life; as it is. The subject matter in the stories is simple, yet poignant and inspiring.  It has the power to illuminate the heart and soul. Often while reading the stories, one wishes to be an inevitable part of that extravaganza (the story of course)

 

There are instances for which we feel bad; moments that make us feel guilty. 

 

 

Being human we never wish to face such predicaments in life. However it’s a universal truth that happiness comes in small packets where as the grief has its own set of maneuver. There is another dimension to life…nostalgic moments; the moments with which many have spent their entire life. 

 

 

Well, stories evolve too. It takes a prodigious trajectory from a naive first draft to a marvel accomplishment. In real life, most people are vivid by nature and sometimes in an astounding way they act illogical. Perhaps it’s the privilege of being the most complex being in the world. Amongst the complex of beings, a writer always tops the hierarchy. Because consistently s/he attempts to add novelty to his/her work and transform an ordinary stuff into an epic work of art…like a thought, a legend; the list can go on.  Being a writer, a ‘feel good’ factor is what I always search for. It calms down my ever-jangling nerves, provides peace… the most craved-for feeling these days. 

 

 

It's an attempt to incorporate some of the broad dimensions of life in the form of stories. The glitter, melancholy, solace, sacrifice and last, but not the least; love…at times all these peeps in. 

 

 

As T.S. Eliot said “There is no absolute point of view from which real and ideal can be finally separated and labeled”

 

Happy reading folks!