I like the devil in me, for she hits the bull's eye of truth and makes me watch it when all I wish to do is hide from it. But I love the angel in me, for she tells me wisely to ignore that bull's eye of truth if, by uttering it, I am bound to cut the fine, silken threads of friendship/relationship.
I miss the complexity of the book and am tired of the predictability of people. Reading each page of a book takes you to a different realm, and often surprises you with its observations. I agree books are written by people, but why do people remain predictable in life and unpredictable in fiction?
I have read this blog 10+ times, every time I read this it gives me a different dimension of understanding. Wonder if my understanding is multi dimensional or the writing.
ReplyDeleteIf you know Kannada, you may be familiar with Dinakara Desai's poem -- 'Avaravara manadanthe drushtiyoo bere
ReplyDeletekaviya kannige chandra hendathiya more
chikka makkalige shashi bandalada chendu
vijnanigaligaduve bari kallugundu.'