Stories are Priceless..

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...