We live in a world of stories. Our walking life is dominated
by it. Our thoughts and memories are stories. Our words are part of a story.
Music, dance is story. Sans stories there is no movies, no television series,
no Sherlock or Game of Thrones. It is a boring world, where one can only speak
in clauses, where there is nothing to keep our mind occupied and no form of art
to mesmerise us.
Story is oxygen of sorts. It continues us, it gives us
writers something to live for (imagine a world without stories!). Stories feed
and form this world; it gives it history, it gives it a future. If not for
stories we would not know Alexander the Great or why the Great Wall of China
was built. Or even how Earth was formed! Mysteries would be the way of life and
it won’t even be fun. Entertainment will be non-existent, there will be no sanctuary
called library. No nerds, no book worms, and maybe no exams too!
Yeah, life will be worth living. Sure.
So here is to stories. To the story writers who pour their
blood and soul into their words. To those artists who depend on stories. To the
men of Stone Age who thought of putting their stories on cave walls. To the first
man/woman/child/(or maybe Lucy?) who started this tradition of stories. Thank you.
How do you think the world would be without stories?
note: images do not belong to me.
