I have been working (read thinking of working) on "The victim" forever. It's a story, half-self-inspired, half-cooked-up for gloom. I intend to write it someday.
It is a depressing story of a woman.
However, I don't think I'll be able to complete it whole-heartedly. Let me tell you why:
I was once telling Ateet about "The victim". He was most astonished / moved by the part where Maya, my protagonist, would believe in what are her charms. By charms I mean the good / bad luck charms. for ex.:
> An empty seat in the bus would mean that he would not beat her up today
> A smile on the way back home would mean that he would not hit her face
> The sight of a dead dog, AH! she'll have to cover her scars the next day
> Appreciation at office would mean he'll hit her in the stomach
> Someone wearing white on the way means he'll definitely like the food today
Weird, how none of the above needed to be true in the near future for her to believe them. She would continue clinging to the ray of hope for certainty. For till she reached what she could call home, she knew what was to happen to her that day. That would give her a sense of peace. Like I said, it wasn't true. But that was the best she could have.
Ateet was worried when he heard about this. He opined that it is most disturbing when someone relies on such trivia for source of hope. And even more, when the belief is unstirred after proven wrong. He was true.
Now, look at Maya, shall we? What would she have done without these charms? What would have she for comfort on the long way back home other than fear?
I was bummed that Ateet found it depressing. I wasn't being innovative in the truest form of the term. Yet, I wished otherwise. Partly also because, it was one of the parts of Maya that I chose to develop from self experience.
Anyway, see ya around.
It is a depressing story of a woman.
However, I don't think I'll be able to complete it whole-heartedly. Let me tell you why:
I was once telling Ateet about "The victim". He was most astonished / moved by the part where Maya, my protagonist, would believe in what are her charms. By charms I mean the good / bad luck charms. for ex.:
> An empty seat in the bus would mean that he would not beat her up today
> A smile on the way back home would mean that he would not hit her face
> The sight of a dead dog, AH! she'll have to cover her scars the next day
> Appreciation at office would mean he'll hit her in the stomach
> Someone wearing white on the way means he'll definitely like the food today
Weird, how none of the above needed to be true in the near future for her to believe them. She would continue clinging to the ray of hope for certainty. For till she reached what she could call home, she knew what was to happen to her that day. That would give her a sense of peace. Like I said, it wasn't true. But that was the best she could have.
Ateet was worried when he heard about this. He opined that it is most disturbing when someone relies on such trivia for source of hope. And even more, when the belief is unstirred after proven wrong. He was true.
Now, look at Maya, shall we? What would she have done without these charms? What would have she for comfort on the long way back home other than fear?
I was bummed that Ateet found it depressing. I wasn't being innovative in the truest form of the term. Yet, I wished otherwise. Partly also because, it was one of the parts of Maya that I chose to develop from self experience.
Anyway, see ya around.
