We are what we speak; we speak what we experience. our very flesh, can be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.
Books, and writing in particular has been the backbone of societal growth. leave us alone without reads and we shall be lost in confusion at once. We will not know what to cling on to, what to love and what to hate, what to respect and what to despise.
I think it is important for us to write. or do something worthwhile to be written about. but writing is essential. communication may change leaps and bounds; new mediums may venture in coming times. what shall remain unchanged is the fact that we know how to write, and write well enough to etch our imagination.
what fascinates me most about writing is that there is always a backwardness in a story…an attempt to get back to a lost world. 🙂