This is just twenty five times nothings one after the other.I am just using the internet so that I can look at this at a later point with a different perception/perspective .. you are not supposed to read it actually :)
I have always reflected on things that I have happened in my blogs.Never have I written a story.I sit here with the intention of writing something that has not happened.That is what a story is.Something that has not happened. I have never been to Andaman.I have some vague idea of what it might look like.Also,I always talk of myself.Let me send my protagonist to Andaman and describe an imaginary ambience and talk of him against this setting.
Nature has a very profound impact.While you read lines like behind the ashy rocky, the breeze is swift and cool or water gushed in huge spurts from the black rocks , you imagine the scene and your mind is filled with the scenery and you picture these as you read.
Come to think of it, I have not read a lot of books that paints nature a lot.Lot of people and lot about people - that is what books I recently read are.How about a book about nature.
A book that treats a terrain as a family and the river , the mud , the plants , the animals as characters. River tells us how it fought through the rocks for years on end to bring water to the now fertile land.Fertile land in it's self conceit disregards the rivers.Vegetation is the next generation.Attracted by greenery, animals come in .. settle ... procreate .. jump around making the habitat frolicky ..
Would such a novel be an ugran bore like 'Vaarikkuzhiyile kolapaathakam .. ".Not necessarily - I see prospect here.But then I am not the expert on this subject
