FICTION

I think i know how to write.. atleast i think so... n i can plot , plot stories.. yes i can write them down...i know how to write ..

I can script an end..what i like , and audiences...they like it...then i guess i know how to write..

Yes, then cant i script an end to my own stories... i believe i can ...atleast i believe so...

The end... one way or the other way round..is the same...its the case with all tragedies, the hero dies and the story lives on...


"He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune, for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief. Certainly the best works and of greatest merit for the public have proceeded from the men not in love, which both in affection and means have married and endowed the public."

Sometimes when we lose ourselves in fear and despair;in routine and constancy ; in hopelessness and tragedy , we can thank god for
Bavarian sugar cookies.

And fortunately when there arent any cookies..we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin.

or a kind and loving gesture.

or a subtle encouragement.

or a loving embrace.

or an offer of comfort.
Not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs.And uneaten Danish and softspoken secrets and Fender Stratocasters.

and maybe the occassional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things; the nuances, the anomalies,the subtleties...which we assume only
accesorize our days are infact in here for a much larger and nobler cause.

They are here to save our lives..

I know the idea seems strange, but i also know that it just so happens to be true !!