Bits of Fiction

Photograph by *gocha*

 

There are scenes, images, tales that play themselves out in my mind. Unrelenting, heedless, sweeping in their pursuit to flow from the confines of the imagination to the scribbling stroke of the pen, to be laid out and manifested in words adding yet another element of life to its cycle. Where do they come from these tit-bits, these stories of the nameless real? They are conjured, related so closely to reality, from those surrounding the thinking, restless mind, faces of strangers, of each passing soul. Every expression, blank or animated narrating a tale drawing me in and I, so impulsively drawn as if pulled by a chain to guess and ponder at what these stories could be. Pictures take shape without effort or intention – coming to life, happening, as it were, just happening. Startling me to realize that I was gazing at a scene, a face before me which has taken a life of it’s own within me. They carry me away as if waves, at times smothering and pressing me deeper to drown, at times soothing and gentle tides leading to shores, but always carrying me away, my vivid imagination, my dark knight. And when I am sent back, cast away, dropped so unceremoniously upon the borders of my own life’s tale I return with such accounts that may bore the unhinged mind, come from here and there, and relate to none and all. Wanted at times, unwanted at others, ramblings of nothing these relation of reality… I return with bits of fiction

- Raatkiranii (K.F.S)