The story does not come from narration, from plot or action…The real story happens in between the pages, the story happens when no one is looking and it appears that nothing is happening. The story takes place when people grow, when the cumulative effects of actions and inactions change a person’s character and perspective, that’s where the story truly takes place.
These are the stories that make me, these are the stories of my life time – the events which have remained visible in my memory and shaped my current end evolving character. This is a journey into self, a study of awareness carried out via written word. I’m unlocking all the caverns of my mind and asking the stories to come out. I share them with you.
The stories have been written in no particular order, certainly not chronological- I approach those 1st which have a nagging desire to be told. I cannot say why some come first the story writes me not the other way around.