By: Anjali, C and Tharun In their poem “they/them”, 20-year-old Anureet discusses how people would rather invalidate one’s identity than […]
Arundhati Roy presents her characters as they are, with all their uneven edges and rough textures. Everyone is reduced to their crude humanity, stripped down to their naked, imperfect morality. She makes the reader jump from hate to love to sympathy, all in the span of a single page. The reader’s heart is almost a puppet in her skilled hands and she masterfully tugs the right strings every single time. She evokes every emotion in the spectrum and in the end, you’re left with a flood of empathy. You’re not going to find any black and white characters in these pages.
As a writer, I often make multiple drafts when I write anything; This indirectly means wasting a lot of paper. But it is a fun sport too. Tearing a sheet and crumbling it to get a perfect shot at the dustbin across the room is the next most exciting thing I do. But yesterday night, while I was asleep, my conscience got to me, and I had a rather amusing dream. So today morning, I woke up and decided to write it down in a more ‘reader-friendly manner’ for writers like me.
Daedalus spent his last years in Egypt after his son Icarus went down with Apollo. But we don’t know that. Circe doesn’t know that. What I do know is that I am on borrowed time, and I don’t have the power to shift the ropes of fate according to my whims and fancies.
Life never goes as per our plan. At the end all that matters is our reaction. In a room full of roses, you may be sitting on its thorns. All we gotta do is stand up and walk.