Fiza ......fizz...."writing is writing....fizz is life!"...
the words itself force the mind to conjure up an image.....not seen toO often......and always awe inspiring....
Not even halfway through the book,i notice MYSELF thinking different things.....n' thinking the same things differently....
We as kids were always taught to think for ourselves...a boarding school education only addded to this want to express MY individuality,and in ways not too regular.
Ripped jeans...unruly hair...black nail paint...multiple piercings...permanent bodyart..floyd....junk food...marlyn manson...they were statements we made evryday.
Emulating someone was never encouraged...but that is exactly what we did...
trying to be different we all turned out clones...day after day after day.
Our generation's known to take things a step further...and today it is impossible to say that "i admire a mr.so n' so" without having to go through gruelling glares....many of them despising..some of them questioning and a selected few escaping....coz they do too....
But fizz is someone i want to be...i say it with conviction...and believe myself when i say it....she's extraordinary in her ordinaryness*......beautiful beyond word in her white kurta.
If english language would have been a slave to me..or even a trusted friend i would have written proses or even a character sketch to tame her personality but.....
"voyeur" is a word i recently learned and many of its derivatives have found their way into my conversations lately....
this exact same word is so far removed from this book..the characters and plots that it is,for the lack of a better word, extraordinary!
the words itself force the mind to conjure up an image.....not seen toO often......and always awe inspiring....
Not even halfway through the book,i notice MYSELF thinking different things.....n' thinking the same things differently....
We as kids were always taught to think for ourselves...a boarding school education only addded to this want to express MY individuality,and in ways not too regular.
Ripped jeans...unruly hair...black nail paint...multiple piercings...permanent bodyart..floyd....junk food...marlyn manson...they were statements we made evryday.
Emulating someone was never encouraged...but that is exactly what we did...
trying to be different we all turned out clones...day after day after day.
Our generation's known to take things a step further...and today it is impossible to say that "i admire a mr.so n' so" without having to go through gruelling glares....many of them despising..some of them questioning and a selected few escaping....coz they do too....
But fizz is someone i want to be...i say it with conviction...and believe myself when i say it....she's extraordinary in her ordinaryness*......beautiful beyond word in her white kurta.
If english language would have been a slave to me..or even a trusted friend i would have written proses or even a character sketch to tame her personality but.....
"voyeur" is a word i recently learned and many of its derivatives have found their way into my conversations lately....
this exact same word is so far removed from this book..the characters and plots that it is,for the lack of a better word, extraordinary!
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