Narratives.

Narratives are so important. Every experience, whether oral or written is alive only because of its narrative.

I studied a lot of narrative styles during Graduation. Sometimes, I'd try to imitate a certain favorite writers. Influenced writing and copied perspectives make for amusing memories, I guess. I perhaps tried to steal the thought process not understanding that those narratives depicted a certain time zone, circumstances that cannot be duplicated. But I'm glad I attempted it. To every extent.

Today, as I begin to write - there are flashes of tales in my head. Situations, or possibilities. Experiences, or occurings. As I begin to pen them down, there is a recurring desire to let go of the narrative. To leave it mid way. Unassumed. Undescribed. As if a satiating narrative would break down the essence into its crux. Too much meaning can wash down the impact of a thought.

And so, I began writing about moments. Basically, flashes of experience. An interaction. An emotion. Unfinished narratives would perhaps give the mind a chance to imagine. To think of possibilties. Perhaps make it more real. More close to our realities.