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she'd started to vent out her feelings in the form of characters that would represent her. She created a world of fiction where there would be happy endings. It was a bloody escapade for her. The very passion for writing made her a member in one of the writer's forum, where she'd written stories under anonymity.
Oh.
I've often thought this while reading the works of writers and especially when the stories are sad and melancholic. It makes me wonder about what they have suffered through that allows them to write in this way. Why can you write about sadness with such familiarity? But what's the use in asking these questions when I'm almost frightened to know the answers?
So Maan (may I take the liberty of taking Maan to be the man on Juhu Beach?) is a wounded beast. He worked towards something his whole life, only to find that it was not at all what he was expecting. Ah, she says. The illusion shatters. Geet is a broken soul - but not really. I don't know, I'm not quite buying it yet; she's a fighter, I can feel it. She could be broken...any more disappointments in life and ting, she's in a million pieces. But presently...she reminds me of those frail, limp but lumpy rag dolls. You know, the ones that look like they've been made from patchwork quilts and have visible sewing lines? Distorted, one eye missing, haunting but still very much there.
(Oh what...where did I go off to with that? There's no stopping me when I'm on a roll and especially not when I'm faced with such beautiful, terrible words).
Adding to these two is Laasya, the woman who it seems has misery to spare. And the mother of the beast on top of that...heartbreak breeds heartbreak, I suppose. The names writers choose for their characters say so much, almost too much, about the people they will become. Laasya...dance, beauty, happiness, grace...not at all the woman we met in the first chapter. This woman feels like a shell - as if she had all of those things in her and one day, they were just taken out. I wonder how she became the Laasya of Heartbreak from the Laasya of Happiness. And equally importantly...how will she return?
Rarely do I find such food for thought, Shikha. I am all but brain dead these days but it seems that all of the talented writers (writers, enchantresses, what have you) are all sitting here in the Geet Forum - many in this very thread. You are all pulling me out of monotony with the worlds you weave. I can't thank you and loathe you enough. Am I making sense?
(Wo)man needs to feed a stray but once, S, and it will come pawing back uncalled every time after. You may remain as uncertain of this story as you like but you won't be able to scare us off now ;)
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