Not the Moon

The following words have very little to do with the photo above.

I have been reading 'The God of Small Things.' It won the Booker in '97. There is a mesmerising quality to it. It creates a language of its own. So unassuming, so deviod of emotion and yet so poignant. It creates a world without illusion and tells us exactly what it means to be human.

So often we wrap ourselves around a safety net of rules, of customs. And we forget who we are. And the fact that each of us is so different. Anyway, this is not what I wanted to say.

Arundhati Roy, in the book, presents a very unusual idea which I'm beginning to think, can be true after all. She says that the great stories are not great because of the suspense of the mystery. Or even the trick ending. Stories become great when you want to visit them over and over again. You know what will happen in the end and how it all will culminate. Yet you want to know it. And yet you are intrigued. You seek out s story whose ending you already know. It is the familiar that you seek.

And that is the mystery of a great Story.

An unusual but fascinating thought.