It's surprising how at times, somethings or someone resonate a part of you or what goes on in your life. I have had multiple encounters especially with the books that I read.
Over the weekend, I was hell bent on finishing a 500+ pager and for benefit of everyone, I shall name it "Charcoal". I must make it very clear that the story per se or the plot did not reflect upon a part of my life...definitely not...by no means...
But what the protagonists feel...some part of it... how they communicate...most part of it, did remind me of that phase in life which was short lived but unforgettable.
I was not ready for what those pages had in store for me. With each one that I read, my thoughts would only run wild towards a particular chapter of my life. It felt as if someone has written about me and what transpired around me.
Not that I was banishing away those thoughts but yes I was trying to box them away in some part of my heart. Up they sprang with each word that my eyes traversed and I was back to square one.
Mirror Image...yes...this is what the world of words painted for me. No matter how much I wish for the happy after, these words and thus the mirror image would take the course taken everytime history encounters unfathomable emotions....it would stay fanatical, incomplete and incoherent...
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