Our tete-a-tetes with shades of people never cease. Everyday, there is a new encounter, a new person, and...
a new character. Yes. All three.
What gives a book the zest it needs to come alive? Not a distant spice, nor a metaphoric flavour.
Rather,
something so concrete as to wish those remote pages to a place as dear
and near our hearts as a toy that a certain William of an Enid Blyton adores, or a gritty young girl who wants to change the world...
A
book unravels people. It paints a person out of a character. Yes. You
cannot love a book for a character. That would be far too bland. You
love it from a knowledge, from a feeling, from an experience or many.
And that's what makes the book special- that's what makes the book
yours.
Seeing that no
reader can fathom reading blankly about mere characters, you can very
well imagine the plight of woebegone writer!
Ahhh... (Puff)(Pant) It's harder than it appears!
Because
a writer's task is first to weave a character out of a person, and
proceed with further insight into the character, than the wooden success
of the story. To have this clearer, let's sum it up in a phrase: Alive,
Faded, Alive.
You look
at a person from every possible angle, but when you're scripting a
character, all these views converge into a solitary figure, someone whom
you see under various lights, but who can only be penned under one
light. Dim. Faded.
And
when suddenly, someone picks up your book, turns a page, and turns
another- you've clicked, and that character is a person again . Only ,
not the person you saw, but a person the reader sees as a figment of the
world he or she has seen.
So there it goes. It's lovely, isn't it? Books are lovely. They're so simple, yet so intricate..And that's why, you mustn't let your passion for reading jade.. A story is too priceless a thing to let go...
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