In the hopes that he might pen this story, which is beyond depiction, I’ve told it to my son…
…don’t be taken in by Orhan if he draws Black more absentminded than he is, made our lives harder than they are, Shevket worse and me prettier and harsher than I am. For the sake of a delightful and convincing story, there isn’t a lie Orhan wouldn’t deign to tell.”
– from the novel ‘My Name is Red’, by Orhan Pamuk, translated by Erdağ M. Göknar
Published by Lekha murali
I write what impacts me, what strikes my fancy; as I live my life day after day.
Once an idea takes hold, I go where it takes me as I try to shape it into some form of written expression.
Each idea is a beginning of something inexplicable. As I work with one, it may grow into fruition, go dormant biding time or just die away.
As I run with an idea through the annals of my mind, not knowing what would be fashioned from it, I discover something about myself, gain better understanding of the people and the world around me.
On this blog I have shared some of that experience as stories or poetry or essays. I have also added some quotes I like.
If you enjoy reading the pieces as much as I enjoy writing them, please share this-link with someone you know.
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