Leslie entered her grandmother’s room to get away from the crowd below. Her eyes were tired of seeing only black everywhere and sympathetic faces that offered no real comfort. It had been years since she had set foot here and she felt like she was invading the privacy of a person who still lingered around somehow. She sat down carefully on the edge of the bed. The sheets still smelled like her grandmother, but the warmth had seeped out of them. Leslie shivered, getting the distinct feeling that she shouldn’t be here, but she couldn’t help herself. She needed to see if those awful rumours that were being whispered downstairs were true.
Every story has a grain of truth inside it, but only the discerning reader cracks open the nut to find that seed inside.
Ever since my holidays have begun, my rate of reading novels has sky-rocketed and I’m fresh off finishing the Bartimaeus sequence by Jonathan Stroud right now. For those who haven’t read it, it has the potent mix of humour, adventure, good characterization and fast-paced plot to ensnare your mind. I know it’s going to be a while before I pick up another fantasy book as it has given me a lot to mull over. Narrated mostly from the viewpoint of the djinni Bartimaeus, some of the lightly thrown yet meaningful comments that this thousand-year-old magical being weighs on your mind long after you close the book. This led me to think about the subtle underlying layer that all good stories contain without exception.
News flash: The scheduled post on this blog has been interrupted to bring you a special feature on the occasion of International Dance Day.
I’ve been planning to write a post on dance from a really long time as I’m very passionate about it, but it never came together – until now. April 29th being International Dance Day, it has provided the perfect opportunity for me to talk about dance. As Friday is the day I normally post fiction, I’ve combined the two themes and decided to present the story of Lord Shiva’s cosmic dance. This is my interpretation of the ancient myth. Continue reading