READING AND WRITING
I was chatting with a friend last week and he told me that he has stopped reading books these days. The reason he told was, " All books talk about same thing, it feels that I already know what they are talking about. " At that moment I didn't know what to tell him. I did not have the proper answer.
Today I was reading this book, Like A Flowing River by Paulo Coelho, and bingo I found an answer. There was a story which talked about a solitary piece of coal which was pushed away from the flames of fire. Since there was not enough heat for the coal to continue burning, it began to cool. The story ended with these lines, ' However brightly a piece of coal may be burning, it will soon burn out if you remove it from the flames. However intelligent a man may be, he will soon lose his warmth.'
My usual conversations these days involve talking about books, movies, writings and art. Well, it was same before also, it is just that such conversations have increased these days. My friend is a writer too and from reading our conversation shifted to writing.
He: These days I am writing a lot. Let me share some with you.
He shared some really good lines, philosophical and deep. I told him to keep sharing whatever he writes.
He: I am writing since childhood, but never saved all that. Probably I was in my own world. Well, I still am.
Me: That's what writers do initially. They themselves do not know what their art could do to people.
He laughed.
Me: Whenever I read my old writings, I wonder in what state of mind I was at that time. Sometimes I wonder was that me who has written all these lines. Have you ever experienced this?
He: O! Always. But no wonder, our old writings give special insight into ourselves.
I was chatting with a friend last week and he told me that he has stopped reading books these days. The reason he told was, " All books talk about same thing, it feels that I already know what they are talking about. " At that moment I didn't know what to tell him. I did not have the proper answer.
Today I was reading this book, Like A Flowing River by Paulo Coelho, and bingo I found an answer. There was a story which talked about a solitary piece of coal which was pushed away from the flames of fire. Since there was not enough heat for the coal to continue burning, it began to cool. The story ended with these lines, ' However brightly a piece of coal may be burning, it will soon burn out if you remove it from the flames. However intelligent a man may be, he will soon lose his warmth.'
My usual conversations these days involve talking about books, movies, writings and art. Well, it was same before also, it is just that such conversations have increased these days. My friend is a writer too and from reading our conversation shifted to writing.
He: These days I am writing a lot. Let me share some with you.
He shared some really good lines, philosophical and deep. I told him to keep sharing whatever he writes.
He: I am writing since childhood, but never saved all that. Probably I was in my own world. Well, I still am.
Me: That's what writers do initially. They themselves do not know what their art could do to people.
He laughed.
Me: Whenever I read my old writings, I wonder in what state of mind I was at that time. Sometimes I wonder was that me who has written all these lines. Have you ever experienced this?
He: O! Always. But no wonder, our old writings give special insight into ourselves.
It is Thoughtful conversation
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