I, Storyteller

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“The stars are given. The constellations we make. That is to say, stars exist in the cosmos, but constellations are the imaginary lines we draw between them, the readings we give the sky, the stories we tell..”

-Rebecca Solritt

“Storming the Gates of Paradise

People say that humans are addicted to stories. They love to listen to stories- they will look for stories even in the darkest corners, and they are eager to tell their own stories. Whether as little children it was sitting in front of grandparents, or reading a dusty old novel we found in an unused corner of the library, or chatting with the stranger with a splitting smile and flowers in his hand at the bus station,  or complaining about the price of milk to the cashier, we are surrounded by stories everywhere. Every beating heart, every torn piece of paper, every abandoned house, they all have their stories to tell.

Even at night, our brain is busy telling us stories in the form of dreams.Us recalling our long day and sharing it with our spouse, retelling some funny incident to our best friend, sharing our first-hand experience on a topic someone asks advice about, thinking in the shower about how a social experience might go- even we are telling stories all the time.

So, as fellow human beings, why don’t we all open up to each other? Why not look out for and lend ears to people who have so much storytelling to do, and no audience to impress? Why not share our own sadness and frustration and happiness with others instead of locking them inside the oblivion of our minds?

Let’s change something not only in our lives, but other’s as well.

Let’s make a difference.